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I think brave is a term open to interpretation, everybody probably has different ideas of what qualifies as brave, but what do you think?
I remember when I got my hair cut off, I went to the grocery store and one of the women from the bakery said she liked it but she didn't think she'd be brave enough to try it before she grew hers down to her feet first. And I was like '
what does being brave have to do with getting a haircut?'
Now, another thing I think it takes courage to do is go on some of those rides at the amusement parks and fairs, and I don't just mean the 150 mph roller coasters, last year I went on the Spider and the Trabant Wheel, I was scared out of my mind for the duration of both rides because I was sure knowing my luck, something would go wrong, we'd get thrown out, fall 20 feet to the ground, get smashed up and die; but the thing I think about is the fact that I DID go on them, despite how terrifying an experience it was to me, who had never been on anything like that before. My mother on the other hand won't even go on the Ferris wheel because she hates heights. There was another ride last year called the Patriot, one of those pendulum rides where they strap you in and lock you in a cage and it goes up and goes left, right, left right, upside down, stops, and resumes...the kids I went with who weren't scared of ANY of the other rides said they were never going on it again, if they have it this year I think I will to see what it's like. I don't know whether you'd call that bravery or stupidity, I think there's a fine line between the two.
I remember when I got my hair cut off, I went to the grocery store and one of the women from the bakery said she liked it but she didn't think she'd be brave enough to try it before she grew hers down to her feet first. And I was like '
what does being brave have to do with getting a haircut?'Now, another thing I think it takes courage to do is go on some of those rides at the amusement parks and fairs, and I don't just mean the 150 mph roller coasters, last year I went on the Spider and the Trabant Wheel, I was scared out of my mind for the duration of both rides because I was sure knowing my luck, something would go wrong, we'd get thrown out, fall 20 feet to the ground, get smashed up and die; but the thing I think about is the fact that I DID go on them, despite how terrifying an experience it was to me, who had never been on anything like that before. My mother on the other hand won't even go on the Ferris wheel because she hates heights. There was another ride last year called the Patriot, one of those pendulum rides where they strap you in and lock you in a cage and it goes up and goes left, right, left right, upside down, stops, and resumes...the kids I went with who weren't scared of ANY of the other rides said they were never going on it again, if they have it this year I think I will to see what it's like. I don't know whether you'd call that bravery or stupidity, I think there's a fine line between the two.
This reminds me of something I plan to use in a novel of mine...I have this one character, a woman who was a lawyer, and she rides a motorcycle and fires guns and gets into violent fights constantly, but later on in the story I give her this whole speech of 'I hate heights, I don't like water, I won't set foot in elevators, I'm a VERY boring person'. Now that would be a total contradiction.
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