Well, one memory is of a boy whose friends live down the hall from me. This boy seemed strange the first time I met him, but he became stranger one night when my roommate invited him over.
It all started with a simple question, which was "What is your sexual fantasy?" I think I asked the question (for what reason I don't know, but his response was out of this world. It was surprising, weird, scary, and funny. It was...
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To have sex on a yacht in the middle of the ocean with sharks watching.
I laughed when he said it, but then later on I came to the conclusion that he was crazy. However, now I realize his fantasy had nothing to do with sex. It was all about taking risks.
Life is all about taking risks. We take risks when we apply to college. There's no knowledge of whether we'll get. We take risks when we fly. A plane seems to crash everyday. We even take risks when we sit back and relax. The more I learn about my society the more I realize people would rather see you dead than see you take a break.
So, what would be riskier than doing anything in front of sharks? If you survive, it's another achievement.
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