Fear is an odd thing if you spend some time considering it.
I was watching a video about urban exploration in the early hours of the morning whilst not being able to sleep. In this video, at a certain point, the person doing it started climbing this tower. He reached near the top and said that it was approx 150 meters to the ground.
It always fascinates me how people can do such things because I suffer with a fear of heights, which extends not just to me myself being in a high place, but (and sometimes more so) seeing someone in a high place is enough to trigger a physical response.
Muscles will tense across my entire body and I will be forced to look away to avoid being sick. I’ve never been sick, but I sure as hell feel like I want to.
What’s odd is that, when it’s me, I can control it to some extent. I have plenty of times hiked to the top of a mountain and stood close to the edge and admired the view, able to ignore the warning my body is giving that it doesn’t like it. I’ve looked down from tall buildings and not felt compelled to run away. I’ve stared out the window of a passenger plane at clouds and land way down below and not freaked out.
BUT…. I cannot watch these people climb dangerously out on structures even in a video. It’s not me, it can’t affect me and yet I have to stop watching because of…
