juebi

So today I was standing on top of this 7 story building we are doing at work, and it brought back memories of when I was a kid and I would always fantasize about jumping to my death off of big buildings. Anytime I was in a big building at the top, like the Sears tower or something, I would always think about jumping. I've never really given any consideration to killing myself, at least no more than anyone else has. Nothing serious anyway. But I think it was about just having the balls to do something like that. I mean, I'm an adrenaline junkie first of all. But, there has always been something that fascinated me about the idea of jumping off a big building. I think it's got something to do with the thoiught of not only taking it to the edge, to the extreme, but going past it. The only thing that keeps me from doing it is the part where the is no return. Like the adreniline junkie in me wants to take it to that last step. I know it's the last step I'd ever take, but something about it is attractive to me. The greatest thrill ever, the biggest rush there is, you just won't get to tell the story