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orikesEvery day at work, I take one short walk down a flight of stairs to the cafeteria. This short walk terrifies me every time I take it. See, I'm on the 7th floor and this is an open stairwell. Meaning it spirals down and you can look out over the middle and look aaaalllllll the way down to the first floor. The moment I set foot in the stairwell, I have visions of myself pitching over the railing and falling to my death. Heck, they've put metal plates up on the lower rungs on the landings because it was wide enough for a full sized adult to 'slip' through. *shudder*
BUT... every single day, I make myself walk down those stairs. It's become like a battle of sorts. Either I win or my (somewhat irrational, but not completely since I am clumsy) fear wins.
Fear's a funny thing. My neihgborhood isn't too far from some fairly sketchy areas of the city. There have been occasional reports of shootings and the like a couple of blocks over. A few Sundays ago, I ended up calling the cops on my neighbors because they were having a brawl in the middle of the street. At four in the afternoon. But I've never really been afraid of anything bad happening to me there. Not even when they were fighting.
Of course, the night the drunk guy kept coming up on my porch at 2am (he thought it was his house) scared the crap out of me and I had trouble going to sleep that night.
Anyway. Just rambling.
BUT... every single day, I make myself walk down those stairs. It's become like a battle of sorts. Either I win or my (somewhat irrational, but not completely since I am clumsy) fear wins.
Fear's a funny thing. My neihgborhood isn't too far from some fairly sketchy areas of the city. There have been occasional reports of shootings and the like a couple of blocks over. A few Sundays ago, I ended up calling the cops on my neighbors because they were having a brawl in the middle of the street. At four in the afternoon. But I've never really been afraid of anything bad happening to me there. Not even when they were fighting.
Of course, the night the drunk guy kept coming up on my porch at 2am (he thought it was his house) scared the crap out of me and I had trouble going to sleep that night.
Anyway. Just rambling.