I'm not the adventurous type.
Anything high, fast or even remotely reckless and I run a metaphorical mile. I hate fun fairs and theme parks, the expectation that I'll want to go on the rides, being thrown up in the air and spun around at great speed, this all fills me with horror. Even watching a video of a roller coaster is enough to have my stomach flipping and my eyes screwed up.
I've been racking my brain for examples of me being adventurous and they are few and far between. I've been in some small boats which took every ounce of courage I had - and led to a very undignified 'throwing myself gratefully full length onto the jetty' disembarking!
An adventure to me is a trip to a new town, wander around for a bit, perhaps taking in a museum or gallery, tea and cake, shopping and home. Not a white knuckle ride by any stretch of the imagination, is it?
Maybe some of us are just not adventurous. Maybe I just need to embrace my inner chicken and pour another cup of tea to go with that slice of cake ... Oo don't mind if I do...
Personally, your idea of adventure sounds great to me. I get throbbing anxiety at the thought of going into a shop I've never been to before, so it's all relative! Our adventures namely involve finding a new place to go walking in the countryside, preferable with a tea shop or pub involved!
ReplyDeleteI really don't understand these adventurous types, give me a nice tea shop any day - we can go together! Thanks for your comment!
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