Other people like it when you do cool shit. And sometimes other people hate it when you do cool shit. Most importantly, you best like it when you do cool shit.
Cool*, by my definition, describes a situation in which one reigns triumphant over an experience that exceeded one’s physical/emotional/psychological status quo. By this definition, I do two or three cool things a year: crab fishing in Oregon, getting a tattoo of my own face, skydiving, getting shit on by a monkey while mostly naked and hiking up an endless staircase from hell, whitewater rafting with strangers who didn’t speak English, and attempting to recreate Call Your Girlfriend at #MatsonLarson720. It’s in these moments that my gnawing anxiety, caused by life’s trivialities, fades into an adrenaline-laced daze (mini blackouts have occurred while skydiving, speaking in front of audiences, and getting tattoos) until all is grand.
Two weeks ago I did a cool thing.
Standing on the parapet 24 stories above ground, I joked with the rappel experts to trick my nerves. Just another Friday afternoon, nerves. Nothing to see here. And soon enough my nervousness faded into numbness, and suddenly life was grand as I hovered 24 stories above ground. Over the edge and down I went on a solo mission back to ground in silence with a giant, shit-eating grin on my face. This is SOOOO cool, my grinning face wanted to say, but I was speechless. Once I made it almost all of the way down, I was able to hear noise from the crowd watching me below. My boyfriend, who came take pictures of, essentially, my butt from 24 stories below, and a handful of coworkers cheered for me as I repositioned my body from horizontal back to vertical. Cut the applause and let’s do it again.
When I’m not in the midst of doing cool shit/getting high on life, I try to fill my extracurricular time with fun activities. I use fun to describe something that piques my interest and rejuvenates me just enough until I do something cool again. And these days, fun includes just about everything that doesn’t involve being at work: eating, sleeping, drinking (responsibly), watching, reading, walking, listening, talking, laughing, exploring, shopping, high-fiving, embracing, and occasionally, just being.
In the grand scheme of my existence, the cool shit I do, those experiences that cause me to black out a little from a healthy mixture of one part fear and three parts thrilling excitement, makes up a mere 1%. Someday I’d like that percentage to fall around 10%, and in order for me to get there I need to get me out of the way of me. I am my own roadblock in the game of life (done with college, free of baby, free of house, free of car payments = no excuses) and am on the hunt for more cool shit life tiles.
Hearts + Get High on Life Farts
*Not to be confused with kewl
P.S. God bless fan art.