I realized today that I have zero self-preservation instinct. I mean, none. Throughout my life I’ve found ways to endanger myself with barely a backward glance at a life lived safely.
I’ve jumped from cliffs as high as 50 ft into pools of water slightly larger than a postage stamp, flown on the wing of a plane, jumped out of hot air balloon while hovering over a cloud bank, and talked smack to an entire pack of goons.
I used to think it was because I wasn’t smart enough to realize I was in danger. Lately though, I find myself realizing that some of these potentially life threatening situations were not the result of risky business, but because I am not really afraid to die.
Some people expend a great deal of energy being afraid. Of course I’m talking about walking through a ghetto at night, swimming with sharks, or jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, but I’m also talking about doing things that are much more mundane.
Quitting your job when you’re unhappy seems like common sense to me. Of course, not many people will quit a job unless they have lots of money in the bank or a job waiting for them. I have had some shitty jobs in my day, but when it got to be too much, I just quit. I’m 38 now and can safely say that everything always worked out.
Self-preservation would dictate that you have all your ducks in a row before you jump. I’m not a duck-sorter kinda guy I guess. I am a “fate” kinda guy though and figure that if things are meant to work out, they will. So far, fate has been kind.
I’ve now been on Maui for a little over a year and I can’t see myself leaving. The Red Queen seems happy and has stuck by me through thick and thin, which of course makes it easier. Fate seems to be similing on us, so, for the foreseeable future, Maui is our home.
Now if I can just get my movie script finished and sold.
The one time I was in Maui I cried* when I had to leave, so I’m happy to hear that you and the Red Queen have a good, satisfying life there. 🙂
*What? I’m such a girl, I know!
oooo, Pea, I thought you were going to say ” when I met you in the queue at Starbucks and you yelled at me”…
I don’t yell… I elucidate on the topic of random stupidity… I wax poetic on politics, religion, and unplanned pregnancy… but I do not, Sir & Madam, yell.
LOL – no no no, I was upset because I had to leave a lovely condo in Kihei to go to a crap hotel in Waikiki. As far as I know, e! did not yell at me when I was in Maui, or even elucidate.
Ha! I know… mostly because people who run into me at starbucks need years of therapy afterwards… if you were one of these people, you’d still be in a padded cell… 😉
Who says I’m not? ;P
ahhhhh, and your “co-worker” is actually a Doctor and hence the resentment…its all beginning to make sense now…:p
Regarding template stuff ~ I think blues would be nice to start with, with a similar set up to the typepad, 3 columns, wide in the middle, and I don’t know yet about graphics/art/banner stuff yet
Probably not specific enough yet, right?
Thanks again for helping me 🙂
No… that’s a good start… colors and layout are important… I can work with that…
what the hell is this?
What? Crazy people can’t change subjects when it doesn’t make sense? 😉
e! offered to help me change my blog template, as I am sick of it but not in a position to subscribe to a better service. 🙂
I can’t read it without falling into the most languid but deep depression. It’s far better than anything else he wrote;though the End of the Affair was pretty good.
Limey, are you looking to get your own padded room?
I was merely hoping to join you and E! in the padded room reserved for people who talk about random topics in the comments section of other people’s blogs. The Honorary President is of course Cookie but shes on holiday.
Hey, this is my blog! The comment section can be anything I wish it to be and if you follow along closely, the segue from living life precariously and wanting to freshen up a blog’s appearance is connected.
Now extolling the virtues (or lack thereof) of Sylvia Plath’s Bell Jar is pretty off topic. Cookie can throw out non-sequiters like nobodies business.
I really think my cat would look good in a bow tie.
Oooooh! Clever. But not that clever. Graham Greene’s “A Burnt Out Case”….
I’m partial to penguin’s… and my Dad makes really good fried chicken.
I’m going to put him a bow tie and you’ll see! You’ll all see!
I like to stare at the insides of coconuts. I refuse to literary today because there is no cake.
Dont mention Penguins and frying in the same sentence please.
Of course, you’re russian (and a form of poultry) so you have no knowledge of how tasty fried birds can be. Add some garlic mashed potatoes, some cornbread and some collard greens and you’re talking about a delicious southern meal!
Meal vithout cabbage is nyet meal!