The title is a great country song about pro bull riding. I just got my finger smashed and it hurts like hell, but I'm enjoying it.
In highschool and college I found myself engaging in high risk behavior in what seemed like an attempt to get hurt. And it was all to feel a pain greater than what I was goin through emotionally. To get sweet release from the demons in my head.
I polevaulted in highschool and wanted nothing more than to snap a pole. One meet I ended up going straight up and coming straight back down, falling 12 feet and landing on my butt in the metal box. I just got back up and took two more jumps like nothing had happened.
I picked up bull riding in college and got injured a lot: dislocated shoulder, my leg stepped on, bad concussion and neck trauma. We used to play with fire and dance inside bonfires for fun.
At one point I had just had a bad concussion and then redislocated my shoulder. This led to binge drinking and the pain coupled with drunken mania sent me full blown manic and I ended up in the hospital. But I enjoyed my stay there.
I've also always been a fan of the pinch of a needle stick. I found sweet release in getting tatoos because while the artist is poking away, all I feel is that needle and nothing else. It's a truely amazing feeling. I even become sexually aroused to some forms of pain.
However, I've never intentionally hurt myself, that would be too easy.

Anybody else get off on the pain?