Marrying.
Did it once and it's going to last until death.
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Marrying.
Did it once and it's going to last until death.
That's pretty wholesome
Unless someone is getting murdered.
Steal a bicycle.
Snort amphetamines.
Ride on the back of a train.
Unprotected one-night-stand.
Chase away a Grizzly and her cubs.
Climb onto a high-rise rooftop from the outside.
Break into a stadium to see Metallica live for free.
Break into an active US army base to play airsoft.
Break into Chelsea Stadium at night to steal a piece of the pitch.
Looking back, it's a miracle I didn't end up in prison, dead, or worse, expelled.
Break into an active US army base to play airsoft.
At first I was like “holy shit!”, but the more that I think about it, it’s probably safer than playing in a public park…
Yeah, you'll encounter trained soldiers, not cops.
Break into a stadium to see Metallica live for free.
Jump the fence at an amphitheater when the headline band took the stage. Security handled me pretty roughly. I was to be ejected, but he didn't tell the lady at the office where I filed a written complaint for his physical abuse. She let me back into the show and I stayed far away from where he was posted and watched the rest of the show.
I also simply jumped the fence (after trying every other option, cause it seemed too easy).
Security was nowhere to be seen, but some guests didn't like how I got in for free while they paid 150€, and got pretty angry.
I once was young and stupid and maxed out the speedometer of my car on a empty highway at the middle of the night. Now I can say I've done it and don't need to do that again. Normally I hardly even drive above the speedlimit.
I did that in the middle of the day on an empty highway and I actually got caught (aircraft). The ticket was for 113 mph and I lost my license for 6 months.
I don’t speed anymore but it’s not for fear of a ticket. Actually I just found that being in a hurry was flooding me with cortisol, and I decided that you can’t control traffic, only how you react to it. I’ve been driving like an old man for like 15 years and it’s a lot more chill, barely slower, and a bit safer.
Getting caught by police aircraft sounds very American.
I’ve adopted the granddad driving style too. Now I get my enjoyment from watching people rush and make pointless overtakes, only for me to end up right behind them at the next traffic light.
America is so widely spaced out that there are some huge stretches of mostly empty highways, so the only feasible way to monitor for speeders is by helicopter watching over the massive stretches of road. Or at least that's how it used to be, these days i bet they are increasingly just using cameras
Gender reassignment surgery.
Go running.
You know when you build something up in your head to be really awful, then you try it and it's exactly that awful?
I was once like that. I thought running was such a boring hobby. I stuck to it though, and it quickly became a hobby for me that I miss when I don't or can't do it.
I do 20-35km per week, including a half marathon (organized or self induced) once per month. Previous to last year, I didn't exercise or go to the gym.
i did a training program years ago to go from zero to running 5km without slowdown.
i stuck to it over like eight months, it hurt all the way, and when i had proved to myself that i could do it i quit because it just got worse and worse
College while working full time. Four years of barely getting any sleep while working full time and going to school full time. Even my teachers made comments about how late I'm staying up. They can see on their Canvas website that I'm turning in papers at 3 or 4 in the morning.
Fire breathing
For context I'm a professional fire & sideshow performer. I have almost a decade of experience and am fire safety lead for a large fire arts retreat. But the name of the game is risk mitigation and fire breathing is too risky for my taste despite its popularity.
If you go on Wikipedia and type in fire breather, the second result is Fire Breather's Pneumonia. I also personally know many people who have gotten large facial burns or have had to retire due to lung problems caused by excessive fire breathing.
The risks are technically still there with fire eating, which is one of my main skills, but I mitigate it by limiting my exposure and taking breaks. There's also significantly less liquid fuel involved.
I'm an entertainer as well and thought about fire breathing. I spoke with a couple friends who do it and them all casually talking about collapsing a lung a few times turned me off that idea.
Sword swallowing too. My friends do it but I've heard the term "perforated stomach" one too many times
Excessive speed on a bicycle. Alright, I did it more than once, until a slow car scared the shit out of me.
At one point I lived near a small mountain with a road going up. It was so slow and painful to get up, but a huge thrill going down. I didn’t have a speedometer but it was a 45mph road (and everyone speeds) and I consistently passed cars. It had only one lane in each direction and I regularly passed cars going over 45 mph, by a lot. Then one day I was about to pass the car and she slowed to turn. Panic time, huge continual squeal of my brakes that scared her into accelerating past her turn, and I still zoomed by on the shoulder before I could stop, hundreds of feet beyond.
Clearly way too fast for my vehicle and my (lack of) protective gear
Play paintball.
I started playing back in the 80’s when I was in college and everybody used paint guns that could only hold about 15 rounds, and fired one at a time.
I’m way too old to run around in the woods like I did 40 years ago, and the game has completely changed as well. People have guns that can hold hundreds of paintballs and shoot incredibly fast, so the whole strategy is unlike it was. I just don’t find modern paintball enjoyable at all.
Magic mushrooms, or any other psychedelic stuff. I did it three times, and in retrospect I'm not sure if I realized what I was messing with. Unlike being drunk, it actually feels like these instances actually changed me as a person. Not for the worse, but it's still kinda spooky.
On the surface it was just some fun, my brain was being silly and everything felt much more vibrant. But beyond that it actually changed my views on people and concepts. It altered my relationships and ultimately who I am as a person. Looking back, thos stuff seems to put your brain into an entirely different mode of creating and removing connections. It's not just messing with the "RAM" like alcohol, this stuff is writing to disk and making persistent changes.
All the above is true. My own few experiences made me more curious, analytical, and open minded. All very good permanent changes.
Suspension. I did a superman; 6 hooks in my back (they couldn't pull up skin on my legs to run hooks there, so it was a little... awkward.) It was painful, sure. But the pain fades once you're up there, and then it's...
Boring.
You can't really do anything much. You can swing around, but if you get motion sick then that's not a good idea. I know a number of people that have experienced it as transcendental, and it just wasn't for me. Everything was sore for a few days afterwards, but not bad. It just wasn't for me.
It took me multiple reads to realize you weren't talking about dirtbike shocks (suspension), doing dirtbike tricks (a superman), and receiving a back injury (6 hooks in the back). It sounded like you were advocating for people to buy quality suspension components if they're going to do big jumps and tricks on their dirtbike.
Paintball with 20-somethings. I expected someone to shoot me in the arse from five feet away for a laugh, I didn't think they'd be on my team.
Go 180 mph on a motorcycle. I've done it, and I won't do it again. I'm a pretty solid rider, but 180 is above my reaction time. Things were behind me before I had a chance to react to them. So, I decided going that fast is stupid, and deadly, and I wont do so again. 120-140 however is manageable. I can react with time to spare. 105 is like a cakewalk. I'm just as comfortable at 105 as I am at 55.
You can do this in relative safety on a racetrack though. Doing this anywhere else is risking turning yourself and others into hamburger meat.
If you aren't doing this on a track, then you're a dangerous person to society. Just because 105 is less than 180 doesn't make it okay. You can't react at that speed to everything the way you think you can.
Panic attack (I hope)
It's awful
I went to bed with a full bladder....
Ketamine
I was in hospital and had some significant pain. Opiate based pain relief doesn't really effect me so they said we will try a ketamine. I said ok, I had never had it before....wow dissociative drugs, are not for me. I told the nurse to stop it and had a small argument about it with her as I felt myself become distant and spacey.
I decided that the pain was better then the loosing my mind feeling, stuck with paracetamol.
drinking 12 espresso each with speed on one day (I almost had a hard attack and couldn't sleep for like 1½days)
Celebrate my 18th birthday
...unless the Buddhists are right
Morning gym workout. Neck is still sore twenty years later. I know musculoskeletal injuries don't happen from one event but that morning was the straw that broke the camel's back.
OP, gut feelings are usually helpful, care to share what happened to you?