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Tag Archives: taking chances
(This is the epilogue to my prologue; written about my zipline fear-conquering I wrote before the fact, here.) Yesterday, I stood at the top of an 8-story-tall tower, strapped into a harness, hooked onto a steel cable, and ziplined 550 feet across Vancouver’s Robson Square. Holy shit. I’ve had to get the news my mother [...]
I’m familiar with fear. Oh, am I familiar with fear. In fact, I’m not actually a person. I’m a giant ‘fraidy-cat. Yup. A pussy, wimp, gutless turd. I do it well.
I’m at my breaking point, I suspect. My resolve isn’t very resolved anymore. I have this incredibly awesome gift most people would KILL for. When I’m not sexually involved, I can flip my libido off like a lightswitch. It’s why I’m so content to not date. Because dating just toys with my resolve. Once I’m [...]