This, is the first reason for my fear. Certainly though, it is not the worst reason. You see, I haven't exactly gotten to the second, vastly greater reason for my fear of heights. No, the second reason is much more terrible.
You see, I have a weird little secret. When I am faced with dizzying heights, for some reason,
I am compelled to jump.
Now, I'd like to clarify, this isn't a suicide thing; I'm not depressed, I love everything about my life, and given the chance I wouldn't change a thing. (Well, maybe a few things, but we'll get to that...) It's just that, and this is hard to really explain, but, when I am near the edge of a high place, I try to stay away from it, because I don't trust my own legs. I don't trust them to, in the spirit of discovery, find out what such a drop feels like. I don't trust my own body, how weird is that? I mean, I know I'm a curious person, and I want to experience as many things as I can, so I guess there's that. But, are there really people out there who are curious to the point of self-destruction? I mean, I guess there are drug addicts, adrenaline junkies, those people who stick forks in electrical sockets, to know what it feels like...
Oh my god, am I like them?
I'd rather not think about it.

Haha, find a high cliff that plunges into deep water. Maybe jumping off a safe-place (or as safe a place as cliff-jumping gets) might dissipate some of the mystery of it XD I know that my dad had his fair share of cliff-plunging when he was a back in the day. That was, of course, before he had kids and a wife at home, hoping he'll come back alive and with his limbs intact every day.
ReplyDeleteWe have a lot in common Kyle, I believe they call people like that 'kindred spirits'.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should give bungee jumping a try!
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