It's a slow burn, this place. The pleasures are fleeting, the road long.
To be honest though, is jumping out of a plane any different? That's kinda what puts me off... I don't think I'd mind jumping out of a plane as such, but I really don't fancy driving for hours to a airfield in Wales or whatever, waiting around and getting the equipment, spending a whole day training with a load of accountants from Staines, then going up in a plane, the instructor goes over it all again seven times, finally you get to the right height and you jump out and fall for... what, a few minutes? Is it worth it? I've seen some programmes when they do base jumping or whatever, some illegal bungee thing or something - hours of planning, driving, dodging police and you're in the air for one minute. And you see them afterwards all whooping and shouting like in the Mountain Dew ad but I always feel they're trying to ignore the "what do we now" feeling - cos what they do is pack up their stuff and slowly drive back.
There is a Russian saying which is basically "If you like sledging down hill you should learn to like walking back up with the sledge" or something which is pretty apt.
But no I'm not a thrill seeker in short. It's true about when you're a teenager though, I think the hormones all kicking off makes people take more risks and be less able to evaluate the consequences so inevitably you do dumb things. Though I didn't really that much as far as I remember.