Cursing Helps You Focus
I mentioned before that moment when, sliding down the slippery snow on Mt. Hood in Oregon with just a bamboo pole to arrest myself, I realized I was out-of-control and would certainly fall to my death:
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We were hurtling straight towards a crevasse (technically a bergschrund), which sported a 30-to-50 meter tall cliff, depending where you sailed off.

Panicking, I aimed my descent and plummeted straight into my friend, who was able to arrest both our descents with his ice axe. I started cursing him with the foulest language imaginable, even though he had just saved my life. Completely inappropriate, I know, and a source of embarrassment in the retelling, but the alternative was crying like a little girl.

The sun was setting. We had to figure out something fast. FOCUS to avoid death! Further panic will not be helpful.

After scary sliding experiments brought us closer to the brink, I discovered I could roll over, hug the snow, and stop on my own. And I could take tiny baby steps downhill. And that seemingly-minor knowledge was just what I needed to escape.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 2 Aug 2013, 20:20, 1 reply)

gaaaaay.

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Sat 3 Aug 2013, 7:02, closed)