Thursday, April 8, 2010

(Ir)Rational Fears

First things first: Are you going barefoot today? Now, onto the post:

Not a lot of things scare me, per se. A lot of things make me worry (like people not answering phones in a timely manner and my mom driving in the snow), but few things make me actually feel fear.

Elevators are one of those few things that actually make-my-heart-pound, hairs-stand-up-on-my-neck, frighten me.

See, when I was twelve, my friend (at the time) Emily, my parents, and I, fell two stories in an elevator in Mexico.

I mean, it's two stories. It's not that far. We weren't even injured for crying out loud! The worst thing that happened was that the alarm button on the elevator didn't work, so my dad-the-body-builder had to pull open the elevator doors by himself (yeah, you read that right. bamf right there) and then we all had to pound on the outer doors and yell until someone realized we were in there and called for help.

This happened in a totally timely manner and in less than fifteen (possibly less than ten) minutes the firemen rescued us, our ordeal was over and we were on our way to our (now totally free, thanks hotel) dinner.

And yet, seven years later, I still hesitate before getting in an elevator, because this time I'm convinced that it'll go worse than last time and I'll just die or something ridiculous. In fact, until I was like 17, I just flat out would not take the elevator. It wasn't until I was in Chicago and we were going up to the 99th floor of the Sears (now Willis?) Tower, that I sucked it the heck up and got on the elevator.

Yeah, I feel a little irrational.

What are you afraid of?

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  1. Not irrational. You at least have a reason, no matter how small. Things that happen to us when young definitely have a lasting effect. Meanwhile, I'm becoming increasingly claustrophobic for no reason. Yeah, remember me, the girl who used to enjoy trying to hide in small areas?

    My fear of mirrors, that's what's irrational.

  2. I go on elevators twice a day at least for work! lol! They only scare me if they do something they shouldn't. But I am glad you understand my spider fear! :-)

  3. I'm actually afraid of escalators. And I really, really have no good reason why. So yours is more rational than mine!

  4. Don't worry, I fear elevators too. When I was in Chicago, we went to the top of the Hancock building in the service elevator which went slow and had scratches all along the sides from carts sliding against the edge. I was convinced when the doors opened that we were going to be murdered by a chainsaw murderer.

    My irrational fear: untying shoe laces. I have to put my shoes on without untying them.


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