Тонкое искусство пофигизма

           Thehumanbodyseemstocomeequippedwithanaturalradarfordeath-inducingsituations.Forexample,themomentyougetwithinabouttenfeetofacliffedge,minusguardrail,acertaintensiondigsintoyourbody.Yourbackstiffens.Yourskinripples.Youreyesbecomehyperfocusedoneverydetailofyourenvironment.Yourfeetfeelasthoughthey’remadeofrock.It’sasiftherewereabig,invisiblemagnetgentlypullingyourbodybacktosafety.

           ButIfightthemagnet.Idragthefeetmadeofrockclosertotheedge.

           Atfivefeetaway,yourmindjoinstheparty.Youcannowseenotonlytheedgeofthecliff,butdowntheclifffaceitself,whichinducesallsortsofunwantedvisualizationsoftrippingandfallingandtumblingtoasplashydeath.It’sreallyfuckingfar,yourmindremindsyou.Like,reallyfuckingfar.Dude,whatareyoudoing?Stopmoving.Stopit.

           Itellmymindtoshutup,andkeepinchingforward.

           Atthreefeet,yourbodygoesintofull-scaleredalert.Youarenowwithinanerrantshoelace-tripofyourlifeending.Itfeelsasthoughaheftygustofwindcouldsendyousailingoffintothatblue-bisectedeternity.Yourlegsshake.Asdoyourhands.Asdoesyourvoice,incaseyouneedtoremindyourselfyou’renotabouttoplummettoyourdeath.

           Thethree-footdistanceismostpeople’sabsolutelimit.It’sjustcloseenoughtoleanforwardandcatchaglimpseofthebottom,butstillfarenoughtofeelasthoughyou’renotatanyrealriskofkillingyourself.