Stories like this make me feel like a ■■■■ty person.
People who go through things like that (like Beef) are great, they earn respect for dealing with their problems or for even having to have problems like that in the first place - and I’ve been fortunate enough to not have to deal with anything, which (although it’s not my fault) makes me feel as if I’ve done something wrong by not taking my share of the world’s collective ■■■■ to throw at humanity.
It’s pretty funny, but my biggest fear is just walking around and stepping on a nail pointing straight up, and going straight through my foot I hate you, Final Destination 5!
Mm, I guess not - for some reason I vaguely enjoy the sensation of uneasiness from falling or moving fast, which is odd because I get normally motion-sick (in the car, etc.) seemingly often
I enjoy the sensation of moving fast myself. I love having my windows down on the highway and zipping about in loops on roller coasters. Free-falling is the only thing I’m afraid of in this sort of thing. If I’m at least secured to something, that fear vanishes instantly.
