Somewhere, sometime, who knows when, my sister and I have switched roles. She’s less often inclined to play the free-spirited adventurer role and I’m more inclined to seek experiences out. She used to be the one that would take risks while I’d be the one carefully calculating every move, lest I arrive somewhere five minutes late and end the very world as we know it.
I like to think, for the most part, we are equally there for each other on the advice front though. It’s nice to have that dependable, caring voice of reason. Then again, sometimes that voice of reason is less than reasonable (albeit never less caring).
“So you just sail, out on the water with nothing around you for days and days?”
“Yes, that’s partially the point.”
“But what if something happens? What if the boat tips over?”
“The boats don’t often ‘tip over.’ I mean, it could happen but they’re generally made to not tip over.”
“Well they have to rock back and forth to sail. They practically tip sideways, that’s how they go.”
“That is not how they go. They sail, with sails. And wind. It’s not like the ski boat out on the lake like when we were kids, you know?”
“Of course not. But what about sharks? Have you seen that movie where a boat leaves those people out in the ocean and they drown or get eaten by sharks and die?”
“No, I didn’t see that. But that was different, those people we diving and under water and… why am I even explaining this? It’s completely different.”
“What about whales? What if a whale jumps on the boat?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Whales are big.”
“When is the last time you picked up the paper and read about a boat sunken by an incredible jumping whale?”
“Alright, but I’m still skeptical.”
“Obviously.”
You have to admit, having someone who loves you enough to fear things that aren’t even possible, well that’s pretty special.
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