Hmm, Anti-Bucket List, this sounds like a wallow in negativity—that should be easy, right?
Except I haven’t really thought of it before. Annie (on hearing topic) popped in with “Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.” And yes, I’ve expressed that viewpoint before; most extreme sports hold negative interest for me. Life’s much too short and precious to risk it for a momentary thrill, I just can’t imagine being that kind of adrenaline junkie.
Tattoos. Annie has one and Brad’s getting one—nothing against theirs; they do own the canvases. But me—no, no thank you. Various kinds of piercings fall under the same general heading, just plain not for me.
Crowds. Most “whopping enormous crowd of people” events are fun-negative projects, for me. Parades, no thanks. Firework displays HELL no. Even Zoos make me a little uncomfortable. At parties I tend to gravitate away from the noise, participating from the fringes. If you have to park a mile away and walk in to a Thing, it’s probably not for me.
High places. No, I’m not phobic. But see: skydiving, high places are just pointless.
Stick Shifts. At this point in my life? I’ve avoided learning to drive a stick (easily) for this long, no reason to start now.
Ice events. No “on ice” shows of any kind, no hockey, ice fishing…nope. Let’s do something warm instead.
Flashing lights. Strobes really, really bother me since the stroke. This one’s actually physical discomfort, instant headaches. Combine flashing lights with Noise and the Crowds, and nightclubs are just a “hell no”.
And I’m running out of immediate ideas which is OK. I sound pretty twitchy already, right?
These things feel a little bare without the pingback links, don’t they?
What are the top items on your anti-bucket list — those things you never, ever want to do, places you never want to visit, books you never want to read, etc.?