kierthos | (no subject)

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So I'm trying to figure out when I became afraid of heights...

I mean, as a kid, I used to enjoy climbing trees, especially this one in the front yard. And I can't remember all the times I tried to get onto the roof of the house, or for that matter, the roofs of various other buildings.

Now? I can't even look down out of my apartment window (7th floor) without my heart pounding. When the fuck did this happen?

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when you got old enough to realise you're not invincible? :-P

I have known I wasn't invincible since the time the bus ran onto my foot or when I had to have stiches put in my head from a falling basketball hoop. Or perhaps the kidney stone in middle school.

Being up high doesn't bother me. I love it. Looking down scares the shit outta me.

See, I used to think it was just looking down that was it. However, I can't even go on the roof of the building I live in anymore. I mean, I get to the door at the top, and that's it. I can't go out it. Doesn't matter that there are huge fences, sturdy ones. I can't go out that door.

Yet I can sit six feet from the window in my bedroom, or heck, when I'm asleep, my head is by the window, and there's no problem.

*shrug* Everyone's got to be afraid of something, I guess.

Maybe it jsut gets worse as we get older. Looking down didn't used to bother me. Now I get images in my head of falling over and I get all shakey if I look down. I'm afraid of falling down the stairs even, I didn't used to be like that.

Could be our psychosis is jsut getting worse as we get older. Still there are worse things.

It's the actual awareness of death, injury, etc., that you didn't have before.

Remember, "it's not the bullet that gets you, it's the fall."

Or, more appropriately, "it's not the fall, it's the 'AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! *THUD* at the end."

Oh, thank you. I really fucking needed that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go put scorpion eggs in your pillow.

You would need a key, m'boy. And the people that have one to my place have either already been warned about you or wouldn't give one to you anyway.

Your cats will let me in. They are part of the conspiracy.

No fucking thumbs... can't operate the doors or the can opener.

That's what you think....

I wonder the same thing myself. I used to be a real fearless tomboy, but somewhere along the line I started being terrified of heights. I feel woozy when I go on our 5th floor bacony, and I could never lean on the railing.

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