It’s a hot summer day and your co-workers invite you to go swimming at this great place they’ve found. When you get there, the roar of the waterfall fills your ears. Do you say:
A. No freaking way! I’m calling 911.
B. Wait, is C going to live through this?
C. Heck yeah, hold my beer.
Which one are you?
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A: You are risk-averse, but you probably say you are just sensible. You may live a long time but will you have fun?
B. You calculate risks vs benefits and have probably made some substantial errors, which you shrug off and then proceed.
C. Any Cs over age 19 or so, are legends. Sure, they’re dead legends, but most legends are dead, right?
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Exactly this scenario was presented to me when I was a senior in high school. I started out as an A, but was assured it had done before with good results, at which point I changed into a B, intently watching several people survive the jump.
Then I jumped in, screaming “Geronimo” because we were all politically incorrect in those days! Woohoo! The tickly, rising bubbles bounce you right back to the surface almost immediately. The danger is submerged rocks upon which you could just splat and become fish food. No rocks? You SURE?
Well, then Heck yeah, hold my beer!
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