There are many things going on this coming Friday. It is gay day at Great America. 5pm -2am. I'm sure it's going to be a grand shit show, and one that quite honestly might be a little too much fun. Roller coasters until 2am. Can't complain. On that note I'm not sure how anyone doesn't like roller coasters. Sure the whole heights thing I suppose. Or the fear of getting your feet cut off -> like this girl. I say I don't mind heights and things that go fast, and thrilling things like jumping out of airplanes. And it's true, I don't mind those things, and actually really like them. Under the condition that they are done in controlled environments. There are exceptions of course, but my mom will be the first one to vouch that when it comes down to it I am a damn wuss. I don't like to get hurt. Despite the fact that I have been without the use of some body part of mine due to it being concealed in a cast for an accumulative of a year and a half of my life. Wow, I can't believe I have never counted that up before. I know, who does like to get hurt? But really, I feel like I will push myself right up to the edge, than stop before I feel like I have lost control of the situation. Case in point, February and Jet Skiing in Mexico. I went with Mary. She had only been on a jet ski once in her life and it was a long time ago. I on the other hand basically grew up on the water and have had my fair share of personal watercraft time. But, did I care. Of course not. I drove that damn jet ski almost the entirety of our hour. Maybe this comes from being whipped around and thrown off jet ski's plenty of times by my guy friends from home that I had to take the wheel. Yeah, no. It's a control thing. Maybe it's part selfish, part bitchy, but forever reason it's almost impossible for me to put my life in the hands of someone else's in situations like that.
Now, this is completely different like things at the dentist, or doctor's or at a theme park while riding roller coasters. And this, you see, is because I have no option for control of the situation. Sure, I chose to buy a $50 ticket and risk the cart flying off the tracks, but that's the risk I took. Like driving or walking down the sidewalk. So yeah, "controlled environment's", for the most part.
Discussing my issue with control was not the point of this entry. I really wanted to comment on the other thing happening this Friday. I get to shoot a behind the scenes vid/doc about my boss' friend who is a pretty sweet photographer. CHECK OUT HIS STUFF!
He's photographing an Olympic cyclist. Anyway, should be cool I'm excited. That's all I really wanted to say.
Happy Humpday!