The whole adrenalin junkie thing escapes me. I have these pansy under 30’s in my office always talking about their escapades and occasionally ask me to go. My answer is always I have been shot at enough I don’t have any adrenalin left.
I’ve done reckless/stupid things in my younger days, but nothing that can hold a candle to this. The thought of ending paralyzed or dead (or in this case, as a quadruple amputee due to frostbite) would usually temper my rash behavior.
These are people without the usual obstacles the rest of us face; literally bored to death.