Facing Reality

I'm rather wishy-washy when it comes to a lot of things. I like extreme sports, or rather, watching them. Sometimes I'd think that I'd like to participate in one some day, and for the thrill of it, have the opportunity to do it again.

I almost went skydiving once because of the mere thought of it.

I had a dream last night that I was fighting over in the war of arabic countries. That war-themed dream was probably derived from me playing too much Call of Duty 4. We were in a plane and we had to parachute down into the war zone. Somehow, Eugene was my commanding officer and was telling me to jump, but I was too afraid to jump. I actually had butterflies in my stomach during the dream. He then called me a 'fucking pussy' and grabbed me by my backpack and threw me out. The rush was quite surreal, and I swear if in the air I lost control of my bladder system, my bed would've been wet. Good thing I didn't have to go. I landed in a friendly zone and I cowered in the corner, peaking out every now and then to try to pick off some unaware enemy soldier. I remember the aim on my gun really sucked. Then before I knew it, the war was over and the scoreboard appeared in front of me, with my name on the very bottom with no kills.

I woke up and couldn't stop thinking of the fact that I was too pussy even in a dream to jump out of a plane into a warzone. Well, that does take guts to do.