Things I hope to NEVER do before I die.
- Skydive.
- Get shot.
- Stand on top of the Empire State Building (or the Statue of Liberty 9or any tall structure). I am “afraid” of heights. When I stand on the edge of a tall building, looking down, I always feel like I am going to fall, like I will just flip over the edge and plunge… ALWAYS.
- Eat a roach. Some part of me wants to be adventurous enough to do it, but I know I don’t have the nerve.
- File for bankruptcy. I have been close, though…and I was frightened.
- Get my ass kicked.
- Run a marathon. Feeling my insides jouncing for miles, lungs burning, salty sweat filling my eyes…
- Be homeless. It’s not the stuff of nightmares, just yet, but the thought horrifies me, slightly. It must be absolutely frightening.
- Starve. I have always had food, no matter how poor we were. Sometimes it was just boiled potatoes and canned green beans, but we ate. Powdered eggs, government cheese. I have never been hungry.
- Get mugged.
- Gert attacked by dogs.
- Climb Mount Everest or any mountain. See #3.
- Get a tattoo. The needle. Something indelible on my delicate flesh… Mmm, no.
- Become an alcoholic or drug addict (heroin, cocaine, etc.).
- Get married. No alone time. No free time. Having to come home to another person every day for the rest of my life.
- Experience an earthquake.
- Get conned or scammed. Wake up to find my bank account emptied, my stock or “investment” worthless, my trust violated and trampled.
- Have my identity stolen.
- Get lost at sea – no land in sight, no survival, skills, knowledge, or experience.
- Be on a sailboat, period. I don’t even really want to be on a cruise ship. Fear of water, you see.
- Get lost in a foreign country, can’t speak the language, read the signs…
- Explore a cave.
- Publish a bad book.
What is on your anti-bucket list?
Mark Earnest Johnson 