...rock me like a hurricane.
I suppose that's bad humour considering how mother nature has wiped the whole south east america off the map. When I think about the usual run of things I figure I'm safely hidden in the forgotten corner of North America where nothing much happens. It doesn't really get very hot in the summer and it doesn't really get very cold. If there's a heat wave, I stay in for a few days. If it snows, I stay in for a few days. There are very few times I've been scared for my life. Now imagine if hurricanes and tornados or monsoons were one of the four seasons.
When I was young I was scared of almost everything. Spiders. The dark. Onions. And I suppose a lot of those fears stemmed from the unknown. And as one grows older those fears seem to subside, thou I can only eat onions if they're battered or sautayed and well cooked. In fact I think I would kick ass in the show 'Fear Factor' because I'm not afraid of anything...except that gross shite they eat. I have a weak stomach, I can't even eat liver without the barf reflex. (nervous relex action is a misnomer, because I'm not nervous at all about barfing. Only slightly embarrassed)
Things I'm afraid of:
-Monsters.
-I'm afraid of my nephew hurting himself. Actually any small child hurting themselves. Whenever I see some small child in what I consider a dangerous situation I usually get weird looks from their parents. I think little kids should be born with goggles, little hockey helmets and tiny suits of armour. Thou that might suck for the mom at the time of birth.
-Sharks. A wetsuit isn't gonna block out the most successful eating machine in history. Once in Hawaii, I almost had a heart attack when I saw a big grey turtle surface right beside me. I swear I saw a big black eye for a second. Actually anything that can eat me.
-Unsecured doors and windows.
About 6ish years ago we went on tour to Campbell River. Me and Marc A. were staying with this nice family and on our way home they told us how it was so safe that they didn't even lock their car doors or house doors at night. At 10 at night we saw little 5 year olds walking to the store hand in hand with their little flashlights. That night even thou I was exhausted and nervous about the show the next day, I couldn't sleep. At like 4 in the morning I went for a glass of water. In the kitchen I noticed the door lock unlocked. The moment I locked it I felt immediately better. Walking around the house I locked the remaining doors and fell asleep moments later.
Isn't it weird that ppl are afraid of heights and not afraid of speed? It must go back to our tree swinging days. Logically speed is more likely to mess you up. Actually my lack of fear of heights kinda concerns me. As a child I wondered why ppl freaked out when they saw me sitting on the edge of a 3 story complex or climbing a tall ass tree. I still felt that little tingle of fear, but it sorta thrilled me more than anything.
When I was a about 10 I walked into my aunts house in Seattle and I heard some crying and blubbering. I looked up and saw my brother and uncle hanging my cousin Francis off the balcony by the ankles. Apparently he was being disciplined. Francis was very well behaved from that point forward.
Now that I've moved I can say that there was a ghost living in my room of my last house. And he was a mischievous mofo. The first time I noticed a ghostly happening was when I was living in my house on the other side of HWY 1 near Fraser Heights. That scared me (a storey for another day), but the second time around wasn't so scary. My last house I saw the ghost maybe twice before. Then one night I woke up with the sensation that someone was chocking me and holding me down. I panicked at first till I realized that I could still breath. So I just went back to sleep. It happened once again, but this time there wasn't any panicky sensation and I just ignored it. He left me alone after that.
This one time I was scared for a short while when I thought I was a dad.
The only time that I can remember being scared for my life was when I was in the back of a jeep doing about 150 kph on a narrow jeep trail a few hours into the bush. Sheer cliff straight up on my left, sheer cliff straight down on my right. My brother was forced to flip the jeep so we didn't drive off the cliff as we missed the bridge ahead while we were in a power slide. I honestly thought that was the end of me. Oddly enough I didn't see my life flash before me eyes. With the jeep on it's side after 2.75 flips me, my bro and cousin Mo stared jumping up and down hi fiving each other. Then we stared gathering and shot-gunning all the beers squirting about.
It's been a while since I've been scared. I kinda miss it. But I should be careful for what I wish for since Vancouver is on the ring of fire and is about 100 yrs over due for a massive quake. Rhoel.
posted by R @ 1:25 AM
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