I'm skating on pretty thin ice at work.
Like summer in the tundra patchy half melted and soft ice.
Anyone else enjoy the panicy feeling of knowing you're teetering on the edge?
I think I must enjoy self abuse and the risk of living close to the edge.
Just an observation.
Though, why do we get *edit all the time?
It's definately got something to do with self medication, self indulgence or self abuse.
Or to feel closer to others, reinforcing our own feelings of belonging, as we have no self worth.
hmm
right.
taxi is in need of a taxi
no board + pete = crazy reflections
haha look at the monkey
oh god. i'm laughing so hard. you start out so serious, then it's all look at the monkey and shit.
i'm going skating catch yas later
In answer to your original question... yes.
...but you never know where the edge is until you cross it.
While I do love a well-mixed metaphor, I must point out that the danger lies not so much at the edge of the thin ice as right in the middle of it.
Of course you're attracted to the danger; mucking about at the reedy perimeter is all very pleasant, but I'd say more than a few are tempted to go into the middle of it all and just see how much weight it will bear, see of anyone can stop you; always waiting for the sound of cracking ice like the sound of metal on metal after the brake screech.
It's also easier to dare each other to skate closer to the middle of the lake than it is to pull someone out of the freezing cold water in the hole they've created.
crossing the middle is no problem you just have to commit to it. Build up some pace and go hard. If you go at it half hearted you will get cold.
So in the end it's a matter of 'do or do not', there is no try.
What if you cross the ice wearing scuba gear?
you'll be able to breathe when you finally crack through that thin layer of ice to your freezing hypothermic doom is all.
"The Thin Ice" - Pink Floyd.
...
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes
Don't be surprised, when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice
Yeah, I left a job after almost 8 years cos I just got too slack. I was doing no work and handing in Timesheets that "apparently" quoted for 8 hours. I knew when billing came around I was gonna be fucked so that was an additional reason to get the fuck outta there.

it's not really crazy
reflections, yes.
i thought i might get a reasonable response from you intellectual types.
now that's crazy
poo
he he, i said poo
look at the monkey
i am a naughty cheesecake