I’ve not been addicted to anything in my life.
Pot, speed, coke, valium, glue, etc. I just never got into them. Tried pot a few times, it gives me a feeling that I don’t like at all. Some people love it. It sucked for me.
Drinking myself unconscious was fun during life in the US Air Force and sometimes in college, but I was running triathlons and bike races in college, so drinking was a rare thing for me.
Cigarettes, gambling, computer games, and whatever else – just had no uncontrollable hold on me. Computer games had me up a couple times until 4 am. but I’d hardly call that addicted. It was fun sometimes, but I played only a couple times a month.
TV – never did it for me. Once I moved to Hawaii at 19 years old – I couldn’t tolerate sitting there and watching something idiots dreamed up for me to watch. I couldn’t tell myself to sit there and watch the same damn thing over and over and over – the same plots are recycled on shows so much.
So here I thought I was not addicted to anything.
Then, as I sit here and contemplate whether I want to train with these friends of mine that run a King Cobra Show here in Thailand I stopped for a second.
You want to train to be able to handle King Cobras, Kraits, Vipers, Pythons, and 60+ other venomous snakes in Thailand.
Why?
It’s fun. That’s the real answer.
I started to look at other things I consider fun. Going very fast on a motorcycle or in a car is very fun. I love it. I had a fast car back in the USA and here in TH I bought a fast motorcycle (for Thailand it’s fast). I’m considering upgrading the motorbike so I can go faster on it. There’s no real reason at all except – it’s fun.
I love exercise – I love to climb the highest mountain in whatever place I happen to be in. Here in Thailand I’ll climb one in a couple months when the dry season takes hold.
I don’t like the idea of jumping out of planes much, but I’d probably do it. Same with bungy jumping. I’ve seen too many people with brown stains all over their pants after a jump. Wouldn’t want that to be me.
But that’s about it. That’s as far as my adrenaline rushes go… a couple of dangerous things, and nothing more I can think of.
Bike racing. I liked that. It was sort of dangerous. Definitely a thrill. Downhill mountain biking is very fun and I enjoyed that more than once.
I don’t know what it is about handling deadly snakes. It definitely makes me feel alive. Is 44 yrs too old to become a herpetologist? Would I need to go to school for that?
Maybe I’ll just write about them and take video. Here’s one of my new sites: www.ThailandSnakes.com.
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