Those types have been my best teachers - "If I don't listen to what he's saying right now, he's either gonna kill me, or I will die from it later... Fucking PAY ATTENTION!!!"
No kidding. The risk of possible mortality really makes lessons stick in your memory. Army-wise, they call that "High-Risk Training." Where I worked, it was everyday shiit, literally. Fuk me, do a risk assessment, and everything was high risk. It gets mentally scary with you realize that the certain "high risk" event/s is/are boring, and you do it all the time... What is even worse than that, is taking your training, and trying to figure out more that you can add to it - and make it even "high-ER risk?!" It's pretty freaky to have that kind of mental outlook dawn on you, but it's even worse to come to the realization that you thrive on that stuff. It turns you into an adrenaline junkie, and you're looking for the next fix, or the next thing... and you never come back from that. That MUST be the reason now, for my Crazy Blonde Psychosis. I gotta have something around that's gonna kill me, at any moment, or it's just no fun...
I had to fix that one for ya, Doc...