Three groups

The first group is comprised of those who like a little thrill in their lives.

"You know," he says, "what's the use of living if you don't get to have adventures?"

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"You know what I mean," he says, a smirk forming on his face. "You leave everything to the elements. You trust the elements. You go with it, see where it takes you. I mean, there's no use to micromanaging everything. You just, you know, go with it."

We are in the kitchen. They are preparing lunch.

"You should grill this," he says to another person in the room. "Open flames!"

"But we can't!" the other guy responds. "We can't!"

"Why not? You have this!" He shows a grill, one of those you put on the stove. "Do you have a very big plastic bowl for the coal?"

"We can't! There's no room! We're inside the kitchen, for fuck's sake!"

He finds one of those tubs used for washing clothes by hand. He takes it and puts it on top of the stove. He gets a bag of coals. He dumps everything inside the tub. He gets a match.

"This is easy," he says. "See?"

The other guy runs off, looking for something.

"Motherfucker," he says as he leaves the room.

"Look," the first guy tells me. "This looks pretty well protected." He throws a lit match into the tub filled with charcoal.

The whole thing bursts into flames.

"What the hell!" I scream. The flames reach the ceiling. The kitchen is on fire.

"Oh, fuck," he says.

The second group is comprised of those who would rather stay safe.

"Fucking hell!" the other guy screams. He's now holding a fire extinguisher,  He tries to open it, but he couldn't quite undo the pin.

"Fuck," he says, struggling with the thing. "Guys! The kitchen is on fire!"

A bunch of other people come rushing in from the living room.

The first guy looks on, in shock.

"What are you doing there?" the other guy screams. "Don't just stand there! You fucking did this!"

The others scramble. One gets a pail of water from the bathroom. In a rush, he stumbles and pours all of the water on the guy with the fire extinguisher.

Another one looks for some cloths in an attempt to stop the flames from spreading. It doesn't occur to her that the flames are too big for that now.

"Cloths!" she says, frantically, looking around the house. "Cloths! Who does this stupid thing anyway?"

The flames start to melt the plastic tub.

The third group is comprised of those who don't really care, as long as they're alive.

I move out of the kitchen to try to get another pail of water, when I see this other guy, just watching television while all the commotion is going on.

"What are you doing there?" I ask him, panicking.

"Watching television," he answers.

"The house is on fire!"

"Whatever, dude," he says. "I can't stop the flames. Why should I stress myself out? Too much negativity in the world. You have to shut it all out, dude."

I stop listening to him, going instead to the bathroom to get, somehow, water.

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