We first discovered My Beloved was afraid of heights in a cable car dangling thousands of feet in the air above an Alpine valley. It was not a happy moment.
I don’t have the same problem. I’ll tell you about my idea of hell at the end of this post. But don’t worry, that’s after we’ve been to lunch in the restaurant on the mountain. It’s my shout - an Aussie expression meaning I’ll pay.
Ready? First, hop on the cable car to reach the start of the trail.
Here’s the path. Off you go now.
Be sure to hold onto the “railing.”
Keep an eye on the guys in front.
And be careful if you have to pass someone going the other way…
Up a few steps now. Oh, can’t see them? On the left.
It’s a bit steeper here. Better get your toes in those holes.
Only a few more steps. Trust me…
Hey, look! You made it. The table’s in my name and guess what? The food’s free for anyone who makes it to the restaurant. Talk among yourselves, okay? I’ll join you later.
My idea of hell?
I’m not real good at small spaces and I hate arguing and anger. Hell for me is being locked in a metal box with wheels (ie a car) with My Beloved while we circle an underground car park looking for a space - endlessly, endlessly - and he rages and curses with frustration. It drives me insane.
Do you have phobias? Heights? Caves? Spiders? The number thirteen?
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I’m desperately afraid of needles. Not the sewing kind, but the kind they stick in you. I tried combating it for a few years by donating blood, and I can cope, but it never got better. I get sick to my stomach in dread, and the whole thing is a process. Ticks and leeches scare the snot out of me also.
My version of hell? Being bored. With nothing to do. Normally I can entertain myself by daydreaming or knitting or drawing or talking or singing or… (well, you get the picture). But there’s a potential that one day I’ll run out of things to do… and what will I do then? Scary, at least for me.
I am worthless when it comes to sliding and heights…of course, I married a ski mountaneer.
Where are those wonderful pictures from? I want to go, I’ve been saying that I want to climb a mountain and with food as a built in reward? Awsome!
Hell? I’ve been there and think it is called a serious depressive epiosode. But your beloved or any man in a grumpy mood that you can’t escape is a close second.
I am deathly afraid of heights myself, and this trip would have had me totally freaking out.
I’m afraid of huge spiders and certain heights. I can handle small spiders, but anything over the size of a quarter and I’m flippin out. As far as the heights, well, it’s not quite the height that gets me it’s more of what I’m in while I’m really high up (ie. cable cars, double ferris wheels, etc). It comes from being on these rides and having them stop and being swung back and forth by people that thought it would be funny. I get the willies just thinking about it. I’m also afraid that they are going to break somehow and I’m going to fall.
When I was a kid I was afraid of needles (in a medical setting). I was always getting shots and having blood drawn and it hurt like hell. My mom being a nurse and being the main one that did all this to me didn’t help either. I got over it as I got older though (although I still hate getting IVs). LOL!
I’m with your Beloved, heights get to me too….
Jen, I still don’t like needles. I always look away. Can’t watch. If I have to give blood, I pass out. Happens every time unless I’m lying flat. Just call me Wuss Girl.
As for being bored, you just have an active mind, that’s all. Aren’t you writing romance now? I’m NEVER bored now, never ever. I can use all the thinking time I can get. In fact, when we’re out dog-walking, My Beloved will often ask me what world I’m on now!
Oh Little Lamb, life is so ironic! I’m sure he’s wonderful and I bet he’d teach you - if you wanted to learn, that is!
Jenny, all I know is that it’s somewhere in China, but I’ll see if I can find out. I can’t get over the number of people!
And yes, depression is one’s own private version of hell. Like being locked up in a small cardboard box that’s getting smaller and smaller…
Yikes Denise, the photos had me clutching my desk in desperation and almost falling to the ground. I have severe acrophobia - fear of edges, to the point that it takes an act of courage to go above the second rung of a ladder. I couldn’t even face the cable car.
I wouldn’t call it hell but I used to suffer from very bad insomnia and it occasionally hits again and sitting there, turning around in your bed, like a lamb on a spit is really unpleasant, and leaves you in the worst condition and frame of mind for facing the day. As for hell, for me it would be being unable to move and having a hard time to dream. I kept thinking of those poor people after that earthquake in China, stuck under crumbled buildings, trying to breathe, trying to hold on to hope and life, and pray for them.
Cathy, I didn’t think I had much of a problem with heights, but these pictures had me swallowing hard.
O - M- G!!!
That is absolutely amazing. What - do these people have rocks in there head? I’m hyperventilating from the photo’s (pathetic hey.) Darling Hubby’s been trying to get me on a plane for years. Finally working on gettng on one to go to Europe in Dec 08.
The Australia square tower is kinda ok. 30 story elevator is Ok.Top station on the chair lift at Perisher is ok. Yeah I’d have to say heights too!!
Wonder if it has anything to do with. O.C.D (Obsesive Compulsive Disorder) Because you can’t have complete control over the situation??? Might go and get diagnosed.
cheers Maryde{:>}
Dani, just goes to show how we’re shaped by our life experiences. I’m okay with spiders, though I’m not crazy about big ones. But I always remind myself that spiders eat flies and therefore cannot be that bad.
There’s something about the scuttle factor though, don’t you think? I invented nasty creatures called scuttleroaches for my Pentacles universe. Generally ubiquitous, about six inches long, bluish brown with long wavy feelers. And they scuttle. Blech.
Sorry Meg. But look on the bright side. You’re safe at home in that nice comfy chair, in front of the computer. Live vicariously…
Oh dear. Sorry, Susan. They really are vivid, aren’t they? Even gave me the heebie-jeebies. And yes, insomnia is awful, especially if it’s chronic. If it hits me, I generally give up and just read. Used to have a colleague (and friend) who was the original cool cat in any situation at work. Never showed any stress. But I knew her well enough for her to tell me she woke every morning at precisely 2.47am and couldn’t get back to sleep. We pay, don’t we?
Mary, you’ll have a wonderful time! I don’t much like being locked up in an air-conditioned box with wings, but I purely adore taking off. It gives me a rush like sex. (Sorry, was that TMI?) All that power in the small of your back, just thrusting you up into the air. Oooh…
O.M.F.G! Those photos. Ick!
I first realised I was afraid of heights, half way across the old suspension bridge at Warragamba Dam. Yeah. Not a nice experience. Can’t stand heights. I even start to get nervous at the top of a ladder.
Think I need a Bex and a good lie down after seeing those pics, LOL!
This looks remarkably similar in the rickety hights facto to some redwoods or tingle trees that are attractions in California or the Western territories in Australia. i saw the bit about passing and all i could think of was I’ve done that! it was on a rebar rod shoved 60meters up in to a tree but it must have the same effect. as a side note i never thought i was scared of hights till i tried to climb it and was shaking so hard i had to come down once
Lyn, your experience sounds very like ours. Or like the friend of mine who froze halfway up a beach headland when we were twelve. Still don’t know whose idea it was to climb it, but I remember vividly the rocks and waves crashing below and that I had to keep slapping her calves to make her keep going. She was above me, you see… Geez, I’d forgotten all about that!
Hi there and welcome to Under and Over, Megan! Oooh,that sounds scary. The thought of trying to pass someone on a narrow bar high up in a tall tree gives me the screaming meenies. Not at all surprised your good sense got you down from there!
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