(january 21, 2007)
i would not consider myself a risk taker. but after a conversation i had today, i am beginning to reconsider. and maybe risks don’t feel like risks to the people who are taking them.
the conversation went like this:
‘once i tried to get a scorpion to sting by poking its back with a stick… once i threw rocks at a puff adder to see if it was in fact a snake… once i ran down the side of a volcano… once i used the men’s bathroom at a bull fight…’
‘you really have no sense of risk, do you?’
to me, bungee jumping and sky diving are unnecessary risks and i just don’t understand why that appeals to some people. but then i field questions about why i would choose to live in one of africa’s most notorious cities and i suppose that that is just as difficult to comprehend for some as throwing your self off a bridge attached by the ankle to a giant elastic band is to me.