8/29/06

Urges

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.

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

Maybe you just need to start over with a new name and new template. Redesigning always feels so refreshing.

And I'm always afraid of heights because I don't like the idea of plummeting to my death.

Anonymous said...

It's one of those things. . .you just want to see what would happen. I think that is the case for both scenarios. Although, if you jumped, you wouldn't really be around to see what would happen.

Joey Polanski said...

I got th same itchy fingr evry time I see th "spell-check" buttn.

Like you, howevr, I kno Ill nevr hit it.

NeverEZme said...

Don't do it!! I like reading your blog!



(Did I say that out loud???)

Chickie said...

Bekah - I'm snooping around for a new template to look at.

Jeni - It would be my luck, if I ever jumped, that I would live and just be all fucked up the rest of my life because of it.

Joey Polanski - I thought your blogger didn't have a spell-check button. I must admit - it took me a lot of quick visits before I was able to read and decipher your writing.

Neverezme - I'm not going anywhere! I promise :)

Anonymous said...

What other sort of urges do you get. The itchy finger gave me several ideas. ;)

Seriously, don't even think about deleting your blog. Not even in jest. You and your family are priceless.

Chickie said...

Really, ya'll - I'm not gonna do it. I'm sure the urge will pass. I'd be too pissed with myself afterwards to really hit the button.

.- said...

do it
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lot safer than jumping off the bleachers.
you can always start anew if you change your mind later.
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do it

The Phosgene Kid said...

I am afraid of lows - every time I walk into a low spot, I freeze. The worst is where the sidewalk is dished in for the wheel chairs, I stood in one of those for two days before someone came and got me out.

Anonymous said...

I'm afraid of widths

Monogram Queen said...

Don't delete your blog! You would have alot of sad people.
I get those weird compulsions too sometimes. Glad to know i'm not the only one.

Anonymous said...

I hope you don't. I just wrote on MY blog about how much I love reading yours. BUT then again, I know how it can be.

Hugs.

(and I get the same compulsion sometimes about just throwing myself down stairs...weird, huh?)

Mike said...

I don't like heights either. I have been known to kill a blog or two and won't say I won't do it again. Sometimes it's liberating.

r.fuel said...

Don't do it.

Anonymous said...

I'm there with you lately- Zube and I actually talked about it last night. It's like "Oh wll, I already said everything..." But don't- maybe redesign is the way to get it rolling again. I'm considering it myself.

OldLady Of The Hills said...

Oh don't your dare delete your blog, my dear Chickie...or if you must...PLEASE start a new one immediately! So many people woulds miss reading and visiting you and hearing about Tiny & Stinky & Sweety....And ABSOLUTELY NO JUMPING!!!!

Redroach said...

Its like when you wonder "what would happen if I stepped off the curb in front of that bus?"

Deep down inside you want to. You understand the consequences and you still want to, but you never do.

I think it is what seperates the wackos from the sane people. Wackos would never wonder "what if?" they would just do it.