If you want to understand the psychology of a physical risk taker I can demonstrate how I got this way over time. First, my grandfather, my father, his brothers and my Aunts were all risk takers on my father's side. There was always this attitude of "Get the Hell out of my way!" which was a very aggressive outlook on life that made people get out of their way in life. I had an aunt who you did not want to ever lie to her about anything because she might literally kill you. But, if people were abusing you at school she would go there and scream at principals and teachers for you. So, you had to be ALWAYS telling her the truth or she might beat you up within an inch of your life.
People in the 1950s and before often could be very violent much more than now. So, you had to be really really careful what you said to people about anything growing up in the 1950s. Life was more traditional but also more fragile than now. But, during the coronavirus it reminds me more of World War II and the 1950s the way everyone still was sort of crazy from everyone dying in World war II and people were still sort of nuts from everything that happened.
In this miasma of life then I also had whooping cough which almost killed me at 2 and then a concussion that gave me seizures at night for 5 years too. So, taking risks was what I did to convince myself I wasn't dead mostly. I wasn't afraid of girls like most boys were because I had already died so many times my philosophy was: "Well. I'm not dead so I need to meet girls before I'm dead for real" So, though I was quiet I found how to use my quietness to help them solve their problems and so girls (especially after I was 15 loved me) because I was so caring and polite and not aggressive verbally towards them. And their mothers always loved my politeness and helpfulness towards them too (both the mothers and the daughters).
But, I must say that the biggest dangers I confronted in my life were some of the dangerous women I personally knew between ages 21 and 25. I sort of liked dangerous women who might kill me with a knife back then because I was already sort of suicidal in my life between 21 and 25 anyway.
Luckily, I met my first wife who had had her own problems growing up but who was beautiful and married me and we had our son. Even though my parents knew this relationship wasn't going to end well before we married, still I had always wanted to be a Dad so I raised my son as a single father after 4 years with my first wife and then married again when my son was 5 years old.
So, you might think rock climbing or motorcycles or scuba diving or surfing or skiing was the most dangerous thing that I did but from my point of view the most dangerous thing I did was to hang out with women who might come after me with a butcher knife when I least expected it.
When you are asleep you are pretty vulnerable to the woman lying next to you after all. This is all I have to say at present.
So, the quality of the woman lying next to you and how you treat her in her life decides often whether you live or die on any given day as a husband or boyfriend.
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