There's a bridge about a mile up the road from my house crossing a river. I walk there often and sit on the ledge to watch the water divide as the boats and jetskis pass over it. Recently, as I was sitting there, 4 tatooed teenagers (2 guys and 2 girls) walked up from the dock. I assume they felt comfortable talking to me because of my piercing and the ignorance that follows most people. One of the chicks in a bikini inquired as to whethor or not it would be safe to jump into the water from the bridge.
"Oh, sure! Everyone around here does it."
"How deep is the water?"
"About 15 feet; you'll be fine."
Now one of the guys approaches me and asks me to repeat my reasurrance 3 times so they can get the balls to jump.
I say, "Life is short, man."
He says, "I heard that."
He jumps. Then, they all jump.
I sat there engulfed by lonliness. I was smiling somewhere inside of me, proud of my ability to inspire people to live life, but another part of me screamed.
I've never jumped from the bridge. I'm afraid of heights.
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