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Um, No Thanks, I Think I'll Pass

This makes me so anxious in a bad way just looking at the drawings and illustrations. I've been in the top of the Arch and I've seen the Tower up close and I've even been to the 30th ish floor of the Sears. This thing? No way. Not gonna happen. Look at how high up you are compared to those others! God, my legs get weak just thinking about walking out there. And the floor is glass! GLASS! Not enough torture being that high up but to see below? Oh I just shivered and got nauseous. You see how I said I saw the Eiffel Tower up close and went to the 30ish floor of the Sears Tower. Yeah that's how terrified I am of heights. I couldn't even get past the 40th floor elevator in the Sears Tower. An elevator. I did go to the top of the Hancock building once when Donna was visiting and she was flying out of O'Hare*. We thought we were in the Sears. Some guy pointed out to us at the top that "the huge building over there is the one you're looking for". Nice. My panic attack was wasted on the Hancock. Gah.

Once, the Captain and I went to the MOA to meet some friends for drinks. We parked in the garage (I once parked in the White Sox section, useless info, carry on) and went in on the floor level. Well of course the bars are open later than the mall so we had to walk down 4 flights of stairs to get to the car. Four. And I had been drinking a rather nice flow of beer. Needless to say it took about a half hour to get downstairs.

Went to see U2 in concert a couple years ago at the Bradley Center. I believe we were in section 409 and ten rows from the top. I cried the first 1/2 hour we were there and never once got up until it was time to leave.

I love roller coasters though and had a season pass for 6 years to this joint. I'm a conundrum.

* I think there was booze involved in me getting up there. I'm certain of it.


Anonymous said…
They have something like that at House on the Rock-I almost peed myself. I was messed up for days.
Mocha said…
I both love and am afraid (I wouldn't say 'terrified', I guess) of heights, roller coasters, and planes.

It's such a weird dichotomy, but it sort of really sums me up anyway, ya know? ;-)

Thank you for the comment the other day. It's taken me this long to get around to everyone! ;-)
QofS said…
mine comes with anything with an edge. If we're enclosed, like a building I'm good. But if it's a way. i can't even do escalators.

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