Honestly, guys, there’s not a lot of material to work with here.
I am just not the type of person who does outrageous and crazy things.
Generally speaking, I color in the lines, follow the rules, and do what’s responsible.
I have done some sort of adventurous things, but I don’t know if they’re exactly outrageous or crazy.
For instance, I went canoe camping in remote parts of Canada for a week at a time with my family before the age of cell phones (not that there would have been any reception there!)
At amusement parks, I am usually willing to go on the scariest ride available.
And when I go skiing, I like high speeds. 🙂 When I went to Lake Tahoe this year, I downloaded a ski tracker app, and I clocked 59 mph on my fastest run.
None of those things is really outrageous, though.
I did dye my hair purple, hot pink, and red (not at the same time) and I pierced my nose a while back.
Again, though, that’s not all that crazy. Lots of people have dyed their hair and gotten piercings.
Sometimes I feel like I should do crazy and outrageous things. But honestly, I am quite happy as-is, and if I did something crazy, I’d just be doing it because I thought I should.
(In which case, is that actually being crazy? Or is it just meeting expectations?)
“Outrageous” is not a word people would apply to me. I’ve maybe done some surprising things–like taking a summer job at a remote dude ranch in the Colorado mountains where I was a cabin cleaner. That was surprising to people because I know nothing about horses (learning now, though . . .) and was not known for my finicky cleaning. I did it for two summers, though. Probably the most surprising thing I’ve done is moving here. And that was because of my husband, who does tend to do some extreme things.
Climbed a town water tower, multiple times, and miraculously didn’t get caught (I suspect this is an arrest-able offense).
I don’t consider it crazy (although some people would) but it was definitely outrageous. I started riding a motorcycle in my 60s and after two very nice V-twin road bikes, I just had to have a sport bike (aka crotch rocket) like my husband’s. So we both ended up with Suzuki GSXR 1000 sport bikes. We road the freeways (I-25 in Colorado and I-80 in Utah) mostly, as well as many mountain roads at speeds that . . . well, let’s just say that if caught, the police would have impounded our bikes and put us in jail for many miles over the speed limit.
I guess the crazy part is that we were in our late 60s and early 70s! We were pulled over once in Colorado (not for speeding) just because the policeman “wondered” about us. When he saw how old we were, he burst out laughing, then apologized. He also had a GSXR, so we had a great visit.
I can tell you, it was the MOST FUN we’ve ever had with our clothes on (as the saying goes)!
Okay, here goes…I had a platonic friend who was given a terminal cancer diagnosis. He was a recent-ish widower. His wife had Alzheimer’s and they had a long struggle before she passed away. He had always wanted to go to Australia and New Zealand. He asked me if I would travel with him. I said I’d think about it and pondered over what to do. The next day, he told me he’d called his travel agent and that there was only one cabin left on the last cruise with the AUS/NZ itinerary for the year (after that, the ship would be repositioned) and it could only be held for 24 hours. I took a deep breath and said yes. I let my boss know that I’d be taking nearly four weeks off, basically the whole month of February. He was none too pleased, but let me go, under the circumstances. (He was a great boss.) My friend and I had a wonderful trip. Some days he could do anything he wanted, other days I explored on my own while he stayed behind and read a book or played bridge on the ship. The weather was perfect, the itinerary well-planned by his travel agent and we had a wonderful time. For the second leg of the journey, after the cruise, we had too much luggage, so I packed a box with all the formal wear and mailed it home. Postage was crazy expensive, so I shipped it by boat instead of by air. At the end of our wonderful trip, it was so hard to get back in the groove of things and put my focus back into work. We had dinner together the Monday after we returned, my first day back to work. We had a blast reviewing all the highlights of the trip. The next day, he tripped and fell. Due to his medical condition, this was a big deal. In the end, it killed him. He was gone and buried before the box made it back home. I was with him and his daughter in the hospital the night he died. To this day, ten years later, I am so, so glad I took the risk to say yes to his outrageous request. I still can hardly believe I did it, but I knew how much it meant to him, and I’m glad I did.
What a wonderful thing to say yes to!