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I'm especially freaked out when you couple the wide open spaces with
heights, like a plateau with a steep drop off on all sides. I can be yards
away from the edge and my knees will buckle and I'll end up on the ground
giggling.
I *love* my fear of heights. I love the rush of adrenaline and the taste
in my mouth and the racing of my pulse and how I can hear my heart beating so
fast and how I can't seem to stand up so I just crawl along to the edge and
look over and think to myself that I could just roll off, that it wouldn't be
that hard, it wouldn't take that much effort or anything. I love being afraid,
when I'm in control.
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