Fear…
I’m scared crapless by rollercoasters and heights. Some friends have told me that rollercoasters are an acquired taste… so I just need to ride more rollercoasters before I enjoy the ride. I’ve taken about 9 rollercoaster rides so far. I did 6 large ones at Six Flags. Went to another amusement park and did another three rides… I don’t relish falling or heights. To give you an idea of what this means, when I get close to the edge of my roof (2nd story house) I start to sweat. Imagine the kind of terror the American scream machine made me go though… I couldn’t even keep my eyes open… Fear isn’t logical. I know that looking out of a window, firmly grasping the window frame, there is very little chance of me tumbling out. But I still sweat thinking about falling and the wind rushing past me as I approach ground at sickening speeds. I don’t really fear death. If you really want to know why, I’ll explain later. But deep dark water, heights and falling are definite phobias. I think that I am as adjusted to these fears as a human could be. If I had to face heights, I could do it. Would I be scared crapless? The WHOLE TIME… but I can still face it. I see it as a progressive type of thing. So when I have saved up a bit, I want to throw myself out of an airplane (with a parachute, of course). And yea, I wanna scuba dive too. ^_^ it’s on my list of things that I want to do before I leave this quaint place we call earth. I guess that’s enough rambles for now… if you feel like it, post a little comment about what makes you scream mommy or grab the nearest object and cringe in terror…