
One of my favorite shows in the world is Dead Like Me. I have no idea what channel it was actually on when it first came on TV, I watch it on netflix. It is hysterical, sometimes a bit sad, and always a little twisted. For those of you who have never heard of it, it is about a girl, George, who dies when she is 18 and learns that she is a grim reaper, someone who remains on earth to take other people's souls. For the first few episodes, there was another reaper named Betty. Betty had died in the 1920's (in her 20's); she had jumped off a cliff for fun into a body of water that was just not deep enough for that type of thing. Betty had told everyone that it wasn't about falling, that she loved to jump. Now me, I don't particularly like to jump or fall.
Take cliff jumping at Glenora for example. I went twice, and both times I did jump, although I barely managed to escape with having a heart attack. Most people are terrified and then elated when they finally jump. Uh uh, not me. I am semi scared before I jump, and the second my feet leave the rock all I can think is What the fuck have I done? Well, ok, I think, the second time will be better, I will get used to it. Are we seriously fucking doing this again? my brain screams after I jump for the second and third time. Adrenaline is not a horomone that I welcome, whether it is from an amusement park ride, or my car sailing backwards down the road in a snowstorm. Adrenaline is there to tell you something is WRONG and sister, I'm listening to it. Calm I was born, and calm I will stay it seems.
But I do wish that I had the Betty-quality of embracing life more. I would love to be the girl who skis on the black diamond (I was stuck in terror on the green circle last year. I really thought about walking down a few times), mountain bikes and cliff jumps with gusto (without soiling herself). I am pretty sure that I get as excited about a new book as these types of people do about bungee jumping. The eternal dork. I did discover a sport that I can do with no chance of being scared to death and that is kayaking. I even have my own kayak now and I am pretty good at speeding right along. Yup, the baddest ass kayaker on all of Keuka Lake. I am pretty sure that Betty would have walked right past the kayak to jump on the wakeboard behind the fastest boat on the lake, though.