I've never been one for spontaneity, I'm too scared for that, too reserved to say the least. I'm always the sane person who makes sure the rest of the crazies don't get into trouble or attempt anything insane. Like the other day when my sister tried to convince cousins and brother that we should go on a jet boat ride. She's a lot more wild than I am and certainly a lot more brave. A few years ago, quite a while ago, during high school years. We were at another resort and my sister, my cousins and I were hanging out a little spot overlooking the ocean. It was a sort of outdoor cafe. It was a hot, summer day with the sun being high given that it was noon. Everyone was bored and tired, I was relaxing and watching the ocean and jumping in was certainly tempting but others were a lot braver and decided to give in to said temptation. The girls were already discussing jumping over the stone railing because it was too hot and they wanted to cool off.
Of course, I was the voice of reason, trying to hammer some common sense into these girls because they'd be jumping close against a rocky wall and there was a 'no diving' sign for a reason.
Next thing I knew, I hear screaming followed by splashes. I don't think I've ever felt my anxiety level go up that high! I wasn't sure what I was mad about; the fact that they were stupid enough to risk their lives to cool off or that I was too scared to join in. I remember being so mad at them and it made me cranky for the better part of the day. I told my mother about it and she laughed really.