Why Do Some People Like Risk And Others Shudder

The universe is full of endless amounts of people. Endlessly fascinating people. Endlessly uninteresting people. The older I get the harder I try to understand the motives and perspectives of all of these humans.

But it is easy to become flabbergasted. It is easy to be amazed. It is easy to be annoyed.

You can’t help but compare everything to your own experience. I mean, after all you are you. The lens you view everything is your own, inside your brain, through your eyes, processed and weighed largely against every single thing you have ever done. I always try to have the best intentions, and read the situation, but sometimes I am unbelievably wrong.

Most are risk averse. I steal Risk from Target and speed down the highway drunk with it unbuckled in the back seat. I don’t really know why this is. I am careful, because I have a lot to lose. But there is something about the thrill that I continue to chase.

Most people are not like this. They are terrified. They stay in their lane.

They save up for 14 years to buy Risk from Target, slowly packaging it carefully and buckling 9 times in the front seat of their Toyota Prius.

This is such a waste of time. And yet I try to understand it.

I think I have a better grasp on how finite this is and I’m willing to get the thing I should wait for. I don’t want to wait. It might be gone. I might be gone. We might be gone. I need to do it right now. I love the feeling of accomplishment. I love the reward. Most people are content thinking about it and talking about it but never really getting it.

Some plan for a Hawaiian vacation for years. Saving and waiting and waiting and saving. They aren’t really gonna go. They are lying to themselves.

I already booked the trip and went there twice.

Maybe I’m wreckless. Some would probably say that.

Some would wonder “what the fuck is wrong with him?” 🤣

But I don’t care. I did it. While you were talking about it. While you were talking shit about it. While you were being afraid of it.

I like Risk.

There are mistakes. Many, many mistakes. But it is worth it to me.

You never know if you don’t try.

And God forbid I’m lying in bed at 87 years old and my legs don’t work and I’m drooling on myself and I’m stinky and everyone is just like “go ahead and die man you’re done”. Well I know I will say “that was a good life man. I messed up a lot but I rode that fucking wave as hard as I could. And every time the sea smashed me on the rocks, and I thought I might drown. I got back up and rode it again”.