There's a possibility that you remember how, back in April, I faced my fear and rode a bunch of roller coasters including that one that's really high. I guess you could say I did something similar this past Friday.
I have a deathly fear of escalators. I don't remember what brought it on, but I do remember being 8 and crying at the top of an escalator telling my friend's mom I couldn't do it.
And then me, at different ages, at the top of the escalator crying and telling my own mom I couldn't do it until finally she believed me.
I don't know why I have this fear. Especially of going-down ones. It's like a million bloody, awful scenarios run through my head and before I can stop it my head gets fuzzy and my stomach starts to cramp and on top of it all I feel like a failure for not doing the simplest of tasks. It's been years since I even tried to go down an escalator.
Anyways, Friday we went to a mall. They had escalators. Short ones. Ones that I had very bad memories of. Some one brought up me going up one, because everyone's been saying that I must if I want to, you know, go places and do things and not miss planes. So I went up. Easy.
Then there was a suggestion of going down.
And I realized it'd been forever since I even tried, so I did. And I did it.
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| At this point I'm like, "STOP PHOTOSHOPPING JESSICA YOU'RE BAD AT IT!" but it's like I can't hear it or something cause I can't stop. |
It was kind of bumpy and still a bit nerve-wracking, BUT.
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