"Haven't you ever wanted to hunt Cape Buffalo?"
"No. I loathe travel."
"Even if you could be just teleported there from a luxury hotel?"
...Which prompted the response that is the title of this post.
It's entirely unfair of me to use it as a springboard, but hey -- see para. one, first sentence. Plus, life's unfair.
It's not that I dislike excitement. It's not that I especially care for the life of one noble beast in plentiful supply (better if they're tasty, though). And it's not that I dislike shooting.
But I feel no need to test myself. I've been tested. I get through, albeit with no style and little grace. I know I can win through if there's a chance -- and I know sometimes there's no winning, just getting through with minimum damage. I've done both, lots.
I think it is just plain kewl as all get-out that other folks will go after dangerous game or undertake a three-day climb up a sheer rock face. I love reading about it. I just don't care to go do it. (Actually, the climb sounds fun but I prefer my plumbing indoors, or at least in a proper Chick Sale).
Having been shot at and missed, favored in love and then heartbroken, flush with funds and flat-out broke, hacked through a live 50A/208V circuit with plain cutters (hey, my buddies said it was off and I forgot Rule One), wrecked by the side of the road in Winter with no phone and no help in sight, curled up under the covers with four kittens in an unheated house in January, counted backwards for anesthesiologists more times than I can remember and mostly with nobody waitin' for me to come out on the other side,* in and out of serious debt, hailed as a genius and derided as a flake, I have seen the damn elephant plenty and I know I will again. I don't have to go in search of it.
But I'm pleased others do and return to tell the tale. And I wish I was a better listener.
* Two words: persistent migraines. Okay, two more: source unknown. But they'll just about vanish if you make your mind up they're going to.