I love tippy-top touch-the-sky-heights more than anything. Why? Because if you fall, you don't survive. If you fall from, say, the second or third floor, there's a pretty good chance you'll make it, and have to live with the mind-numbing pain of broken bones, or the soul-stealing desperation that you get once you become a paraplegic--or worse. I'd rather die than go through that.
Yeah, sure. My cynicism plays a part in this, too. Of course.
I realized that the sports I actually like taking part in aren't ones my school encourages. D:
Bungee-jumping
Rappelling
Free-falling
Windsurfing
Rock Climbing
Spelunking! (yeah, this isn't something to do with the general theme of this post, but meh)
I guess my acrophilia can be sort of psychological, too. I don't like being down-to-earth. In fact, I detest it. I hate having to think things through completely. I do better thinking abstractly, laterally, illogically. I like being.. free. I hate being serious most of the time. It's inescapable, I know, but still.
I hate the feel of the ground pushing up against your foot with each running step. It's like you're going to crash, inevitably, AND you'll be in pain from it. There's a chilling terminal aura ro every footfall. I hate that.
I like being in the air. I feel weightless, somehow. I love that feeling; like for once there aren't dire consequences for every little thing I do. Like I'm carefree and I can just BE. Without having to worry about anything else.
Do I sound selfish? :/ Try it. And don't tell me you're too scared. I was scared once, too. I got over it.
Random memory: My dad once brought me and my sister up to a helipad in the middle of the storm. So that's two things I love: heavy rain and extremem heights. Guess what I did? X3
I ran around it while my sister shrieked from the entrance to the stairway, going on and on about how I would die. Another thing I love: freaking out Sofia. Yay for me! :D
Gah. Too much rambling. I gotta remember to transfer some of these to dA. :D I suppose that's it.
~ the acrophilic Raspberry Scribbler.
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