The Lilith Blog

May 26, 2017 by Sarahbeth Caplin

Where Your Sense of Adventure Went

It’s not who I am, it’s just a sickness.

These are the words you want to protest to your five roommates in Florence, Italy, when they bring up the idea for a weekend getaway to Paris. Who says no to Paris?

Evidently, you do—when “travel expenses” mean hitchhiking and “hotels” mean couch-surfing: the trendy practice of seeking out strangers to, literally, sleep on their couches, saving greatly in dollars but risking expensive compromises to personal safety.

“Come on,” they urge you. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

This is the reality, despite all the adventurous heroines you love and admire in books and movies: you don’t actually have any sense of adventure. At all. That’s because you have anxiety instead.