I was friends once with a thrill-seeker. Man, was he fun. So exciting. Always took risks, lived on the edge, sought out danger, laughed in the face of the law and defied authority at every chance.
Then he thought it would be thrilling to point a gun at me and pull the trigger. A gun, which he had never seen before, that he had found in his father's dresser. He didn't know if it was loaded or not. Imagine the thrill in finding out!!
And he shot me!! Right in the chest with a .22. Missed my heart by 1/4". Man, was that exciting. I got to have a surgeon shove a large tube into my lung through a hole he cut on the side of my ribcage with no anesthesia. I spent a few days in ICU and the rest of the week in the hospital.
That was the end of me hanging out with thrill-seekers. So I married an alcoholic.
No, I don't believe the two are necessarily the same. And yes, I have been hurt... by both!