For as long as I can remember, I've been afraid of heights. It's not so much the being high part that scares me as the fact that I feel compelled to fling myself off of high places when I'm there.
When I was around six years old I was with my parents and we were sitting on the edge of a cliff and watching some deer run down below. I remember thinking "Jump!". So I scurried away and sat in the car because I knew that it wasn't the best idea.
A few months ago we were at a basketball game and we were sitting in the nosebleed section (wayyyyy high up in the stands) and I just knew I was going to slip and fall so I may as well just toss myself down the stairs and get it over with.
I've been having the same sort of urge lately with my blog. I see the "delete blog" button and I'm dying to hit it. I'm sure that I won't but my finger is itchy to do so.