Why do I have a crazy brother who does things like this? I mean, sure, delightfully exotic and daring, right? Sometimes I feel like he's practically an action hero, but he's also my little brother and I worry about him.

This emotional loop, I understand. There are cool and awesome things out there, but my practical brain kicks in sometimes with a huge "OMG, PLEASE DON'T." Sometimes, I lock the practical brain in the closet.