Last night I was out with some friends at a bar. The conversation turned to. "who has done the craziest things." Basically they were stories about drunkeness, drugs, fighting etc. It got to a point where I wanted to share some of the craziest things I've done in my past to prove to one of the guys that he wasn't the only person who had lived recklessly. I hate that. I hate that I almost fell into that trap. The difference between me and this guy is that he seems proud of his early reckless behavior. He flaunts it like a badge of courage. I am NOT proud of my reckless behavior and don't care to share the experiences with anyone and everyone. I'll share them, but hopefully it is with someone who already has a pretty good idea of who I am today. Or if we are simply telling stories from our past...this seemed more like a measurement of who was the bigger man. I should be at an age where I don't have the desire to have those actions represent how "big" a man I am.
Having said this, I wouldn't take back any of those youthful experiences because they shaped who I am today. Of course if someone had died or something tragic had come from these actions I'm not sure I would be able to say that.
Not sure that there is a point to this post - just something I was thinking about this morning.
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