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Are you a risk taker?
Why? Or why not?
What sort of situations are you most comfortable in trying a risky undertaking? New encounters? New sports? Travel?
Do you take risks in every day situations, such as when driving?

Want to try a quiz?
https://www.humanmetrics.com/risk-takin ... IKQkiDgH81


According to the quiz (I did 8 questions), I'm a moderate risk taker which seems about right.

I'm as far from a risk taker as there ever could be, categorically.

Not particularly, but I can't say I'm overly risk averse either. I'm very calculating and analytical, but I don't like to panic when doing so is not rational.

My results is just about the same as yours but a bit less risk with toiler and rational (but not energetic... and none of the other categories would describe me either).

I've loaned two DVDs to my uncle in the past month. I call that a risk.

This is the same aunt and uncle to whom I loaned my book of 'No Country For Old Men' when the movie was in theatre, and who returned it to me two years ago.

...I should probably just buy new copies of the DVDs, and make a note not to loan them my good 'Norstrilia' or 'John Dies at the End' or 'Last Unicorn', or any of my Lone Wolf books. I'll loan them garbage books, instead. Maybe if I loan them 'A Prayer For Owen Meany' or 'Angela's Ashes' they'll never want to borrow anything ever again. Poison pill. Kill them with kindness, like a proper Wisconsinite.

Good plan, me. Thanks, me. (*self high-five*)

Hhhhh.

My sister and the kids live right next-door to her brother-in-law and his family. Last night, one of those dumb kids backed a golf cart into Emmy hard enough that Emmy wound up with a busted collarbone.

Sis is absolutely furious. People just let their kids drive around in golf carts out in Dakota, and, well, quite frankly, that dippy dang cousin shouldn't be trusted to operate a Hot Wheels. I cannot believe a sub-creature like her is related to Riv and Maxy.

Hope she's alright. Kids shouldn't be behind the wheel of anything, as that shows.

She's going to be okay. She'll need a sling for a month-six weeks-odd, but she's going to be fine.

I took an art major and decided to go into photography. What I was doing in that time was a risk worth taken.

I took a risk working a terrible job. I tried sending the family pet to the vet. It cost me my entire income I earned. Slavery yes but I tried, the original owner had no balls to care for their own animal at all, instead got another animal ( which made our pet have anxiety ). Was it worth it? For me yes it was.

I took a risk buying a bicycle. Learned I need to invest in a sports-bike for my roads ( because they have glass everywhere ). Yes, and yes I flew off my bike a couple of times and thank you god I landed on my hands and or knees. I mean literally side-walk and everything over the top of the bike but my hands was in front, could have slammed my head. A person parked nearby saw me and left the scene. Just like the coward police officer in the unmarked car who drove away when I was trying to find out if they saw somebody went with my bike, when it was stolen. It was worth it to buy a bicycle and worth it even more to always have it locked up when stopping for most places.

I spent four years taking care of my grandmother. Just a twenty three year old with his eighty-five year old grandma. Did anybody ( asides my mother ) care about me in college, or me studying, no. Did anybody asides the person I see in the mirror care about me losing weight and working out. Nope.
Did anybody care about me getting a drivers license so I am able to qualify to do most jobs that wants it even if your a non-driver on the job. Nope.
I left because one of my uncles put an aide on her. All the aide did was eat her food out, and I gave up afterwards due to constant complaining from my grandmother and mother ( nobody can serve two kings ) . It was a downward spiral for her. One aide even had one of my uncles arrested and her carried off to the hospital until somebody could bail him out and pick her up. A person who was barely eighteen have a fifty year old man spend the night in jail and his independent mother tossed out of her $8000 a month valued apartment. I think the last words I heard my grandma said to me was "they control everything, they control everything". Upon talking with my father all I could hear from him is the same bs he gave me since I graduated high-school like if those years never happen. It feels like talking to a tape-recorder you want to shred up. To top it off I gained back the hundred pounds I dropped because she literally would not stop asking me to eat. Imagine a diabetic with high-blood pressure who would not stop talking about eating. I wanted to cry so much but all I could think to myself is understanding why my father is the way he is.

It is not worth taking a risk for somebody who clearly is selfish, or somebody who clearly is cheap with your life, or somebody who takes out their frustrations on you.