“We thought you were dead”
“Still alive then?”
You stick your neck out a few times and you get yourself a reputation…
Can a sense of risk can get bent through over-familiarity? Or have you ever had to conjure up a sense of finite immortality to get yourself out of a bad place with all your limbs? I have, and now I’m a firm believer that people only die because they think they can. Surely if you can’t die, you wont die? Knowing you’re going to live forever is the best incentive to get your shit together.
It’s a long, hard journey to foster this delusion. Firstly you need to do things way outside your ability level. No, scratch that, you don’t have an ability level – so decide your misadventure based on the amount of gasps it receives in the pub. Take someone with you on your hell-bent self-destruction (convince them it’s an actual walk in the park if it helps them come along). That’s the benefit of companionship – a quick “that was fucking close” from them and you’ve suddenly got the means to turn your “terrifying” 4 meter lead fall into a death defying full rope length where all your gear ripped. You’ll look best if they’re the type to be scared of their own reflection.
I’m pretty convinced this method wont encourage 90% of people to get out there and start licking moving trains. Those that do will secure their immortality whilst on Terra Firma, those who don’t tend to have their own way of living forever. For those thoroughly unimaginative people it’ll probably be Heaven.
But a polite warning: If you’re expecting a place of angels and fluffy clouds, don’t get your hopes up. There’s every chance the train-lickers and I might have broken it by the time you get there..