Jan 20, 2007 16:26
I want to go skydiving. Okay, I don't really want to go skydiving. That would be nuts and I get quite enough of a thrill working with Bobby. The man who smells things and picks at things. A laugh riot this guy.
Outside of work, though, my life is fairly stable. Except for the odd...no, won't talk about that. I talked about that enough for three lifetimes and six shrinks. I'm sick of talking about it.
And maybe that's the point. I need some other daring do to talk about. Some other moment of personal excitement and danger to capture people's attention. To make people stop looking at me like I'm a fragile doll. I've never been that and the irony of getting that reaction now isn't lost on me.
I won't break. I'm not the one to worry about. I'm not the fragile one. God, though, I start to understand why he shies away from people sometimes. That look is painful.
Skydiving it is. Or hang gliding. Bungie jumping? Base jumping?
Nah.....
bobby,
prompts,
work