Let’s take a short look what happens to our balls as we “grow up”

 

When we were kids we often did things like…

• Eat mud and wall (great but often overlooked sources of nutrients)
• Sea jumping from 20m cliff
• Showing your genitals as legitimate sign of affection
• Trying a big air jump after 2 weeks of snowboarding
• Downhill sledding in a previously torn down telephone booth
• Stealing used war time equipment from a military scrapyard (Straya’s childhood fetish)
• Wearing a Pikachu outfit to a dentist
   …and we didn’t give a flying fuck.

 

As kids, we are not weighing it all up 10 thousand times over. We’re not thinking over about pluses and minuses. We don’t give a damn about the consequences. As a kid, you are truer to yourself. You’re braver.

The point of it all is – we’re not overthinking!

Unfortunately, as we grow up, we seam to catch the old BSP (ball-shrinking phenomenon). Why does this happen? Science doesn’t seam to have an answer to this question. (Have look at this guy though. Inspirational stuff alert.)

Whether if you’re saving the universe, choosing between the blue/red pill or crashing your ex’s wedding to tell her that she’s the one, there is no universal formulae for growing balls.

There are many situations out there and at the end, you’re always the judge if it’s worth it or not.

Look at our example for instance.

We wanted to quit the rat race and live on the beach. This is how we answered our questions and managed to grow cojones.

Are we gonna die there?

The odds are the same as you getting electrocuted while curling your hair. More likely you’re gonna LIVE.

How do we get the money?

We are both absolutely incapable of saving. We’re the type of people who find out that there’s no more money left through the ATM slip. As saving wasn’t an option, we bought the one way ticket to Cambodia, which meant we ARE going. So we didn’t have the excuse. We had to hustle and think of the creative ways, not to stay homeless and hungry over there.

What about a job over there?

Nobody has ever not found a job when they needed to. Especially in a touristy thriving community. First, we’re gonna try to trade our skills (writing, photography, design, PhD in hustling etc.) for whatever is on offer…a bag of durian, a month’s worth of kuy teav, airconditionless hut or an ageing Honda bike. If all this fails, we’re not gonna shy away from jobs like old people’s toe nail cutter or venomous snake milker.

What’s the worst that can happen?

Spend all the money and have to come back home and live of your parent’s charity and pay with giving them the pleasure of saying – I TOLD YOU SO (secretly knowing that now you’re awesomely employable due to all the experiences plus you’re slim, tanned and tattooed)

So get drunk, ask yourself these questions and we dare you to think of reasons WHY THE FUCK NOT TO TAKE THE LEAP.

 

Btw, tell us what’s the ballsiest brainless thing you did as kids?