Don’t get me wrong: I am deathly afraid of heights. Something as simple as Disney World‘s Expedition Everest is enough to freak me out, and I have the pictures to prove it. I wouldn’t even ride on an airplane unless it were important to me because I would probably have a panic attack the whole time. But for the past few days I have had the strongest urge to just go to an amusement park and ride as many roller coasters as I can all day.
I guess I just want to do something a little crazy (hey, roller coasters are crazy for me) and spontaneous for once. Nothing bad or wrong, just riding roller coasters for hours like a kid on a sugar rush.
Maybe it’s time for me to look for some amusement parks nearby or finally give in and go back to Satan’s Butthole (aka Florida) for a few days. Suddenly a trip back to “the happiest place on Earth” is sounding more and more tempting. It would be nice to set aside my problems for a solid week and just be alone and goofing off. As long as this time I don’t step on a snake.
Now I kind of wonder if anyone else gets the urge to do things like that? Or am I just a weirdo?
It’s 2 AM and everything kind of sucks right now. I’m going to go try to sleep and ignore the arguing in the other room. Au reviour, les Felicieuses.