Has anyone ever played Russian roulette with your life?

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Have they?

No, I like living too much to take the chance.

I did when I self-medicated in the early 2000s; I didn't really start drinking until I was 26, after a heartbreak I began mixing pills and weed with the booze. One night I drank a 12 pack of Natural Ice and a pint of whisky, 5 or 6 Valiums, and 3 Percocets, probably not really enough to kill me but I remember laying down for what I thought was the last time. I woke up and the room was still spinning.

Of course I gamble with my life every day I get out and ride on the roads occupied by cagers, all those 'share the road' signs are there for a reason

I currently lead a pretty simple life, and I've had my lows in the past. But I still do enjoy life overall, and would never put myself in serious risk of losing that.

I've done some stupid risky things in the past, that could have ended very badly. I'm more careful now. I think it's called getting old.

For a few years (many years ago) I would ride my bike down a steep, heavily trafficked road amongst the cars. The curves at the speed of the cars was near the limit of the bike's tires (I found out that cars can brake and go around corners a lot harder than a bicycle). And it was a mountain-type road with a cliff on one side and the side of the hill on the other, so if I'd ever lost traction I would've slid into oncoming traffic or bounced off the side of the hill and gotten run over from behind. It was a way to deal with depression and suicidal feelings/impulses in a non-suicidal way.

2wheel's post reminded me: I did something similar in my 30's when I was on a lot of prescription meds. I wasn't trying to kill myself, but rather was just numb the anguish/pain/depression of a lost friendship (only one I'd ever had, and it was kind of 'deep'), but at a certain point I realized that I'd taken too much (sh*tload of Soma, Xanax, ketamine (I had quite an interesting doctor at the time), & alcohol) and was afraid of passing out and dying in my sleep. So, I made a cup of strong coffee and sat down in front of the TV and then woke up with cold coffee on my shirt and lap (and burned chest and other body parts) the next afternoon. D'oh.

You'd think that would've taught me a lesson, but what finally got me to stop was that the alcohol and the other stuff was making me fat. Score one for vanity.

I suppose driving a car everyday is like playing a sort of Russian roulette with decent odds.

When going from A to B, one does not even have to be driving a car or riding a motorbike to have people play Russian roulette with your life. You don't have to be a motorbike among cars. You can be a pedestrian among other pedestrians particularly hipsters, who almost always act like the juggernauts of pedestrian traffic.

How about you? Has anybody done that to you?

Probably, I've done a couple rather stupid things here and there..........I mean I attempted suicide, maybe not so stupid but obviously risky when I was 15. And since then I've probably drank far too much and risked death by alcohol poisoning and I got pretty carried away with adderall one time. I was drunk, decided to take 60mg of adderall and then proceed to eat half an 8th of shrooms good trip but damn. At times I get in moods when I just don't care anymore and that is when I get most self destructive.

Were you asking me? If your question was for me, I'd already mentioned the perils of walking in the street. Many people absolutely barge towards you. They won't walk round you or make room for you. They intentionally fly straight at you. They really try to force you out of their path even when you're on a narrow pavement next to busy traffic, and so being forced out of their path might mean being hit by a vehicle. Of course I won't let that happen, of course I won't allow myself to be run over, but it does show there's a chance element of major hazard.

With reference to the OP's question, usually by definition one plays Russian roulette with one's own life (with the gun to your own head) not someone else's. This is reflected in the answers to the thread. There are still situations like if you are severely bullied growing up, like I was, it can drive the bullying victim to suicide. I can't remember if it caused me to have any suicidal ideation, but it may have, but that might be an example of playing Russian roulette with someone else's life.

I also had frequent accidents as a child due to my clumsiness, including falling about 100ft down a tree when I was 10.

Later in life I'd visit nightclubs a lot. I guess either I was playing Russian roulette with my life then, or other people were. They can be rough places of course, and in this kinda animalistic environment there was potential for people to get aggressive if I approached or was seen with females.

I suppose that just by going about my everyday business, I'm playing Russian roulette with my life because occasionally people will threaten me. This includes someone who threatened and manhandled me at a bus stop, because they assumed from my accent I was (possibly) Russian. And that's a fitting note to end a post in a thread about Russian roulette.

The question was for the OP.

I think closest I did to Russian roulette with my life was leaving someone's house after getting slightly drunk and getting the cold shoulder, so I drove home. We live all the way on the other side of town, but it was 2 am. I just drove veeeeery slow, more terrified of getting pulled over than actually getting in a wreck. I didn't think I was that drunk until I realized I was putting my turn signal on every time I made a curve.

Phew, actually yeah..I am pretty lucky I didn't get killed or in tons of trouble.

No that would just be stupid.

Yeah. Twenty-nine seperate engagements. It's called war. It heightens the senses.

Longshanks