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My wanderlust manifests in peculiar ways.
When I was growing up, my grampa told stories about D-Day.
As in
jump out of a plane with a filmsy bit of folded nylon between him and certain doom with anti-air artillery going off next to his ears, and wind blowing him MILES off course from his drop zone and losing his gear.
His first kill was -brutal-. I heard about it when I was 6.
So what do I wanna do right now?
When I get antsy, I want to scope up and make people go limp like puppets cut from their strings.
WW2 simulators are GREAT for that, but eventually I find a hidey hole and just start making kills faster than I can resupply and innevitabley get bored.
In particular
I want to jump out of airplanes.
I have for some time.
Growing up I was the first one to the roller coasters, I'd stand on my tiptoes to get a past the height limit and get a thrill. Left my shoes untied so I could push up on my heels and stand on the back of em. Long pant cuffs covered it up.
Water skiing, bungee swings, any jump that requires a 7 point roll, putting my car on 2 wheels or ramping it over livestock...
I honestly think skydiving was always the first last and only frontier. I think the 2 things keeping me from getting a motorcycle is my dead friend and money.
I'm still a thrill junky.
In my strapped down, safe, socially timid life- I wanna fall.
I wanna stunt drive again.
I wanna feel my stomach left 3000 feet above me.
In the meantime, I'm gonna study cooking and write a couple novels.
