Tatsu Stupid
(a true story)
I’m in my last ever undergrad class chatting it up with my very cool prof, Dan, and the other three totally awesome students Sherryl, Ingrid, and Suzie. The topic of the moment: thrill rides. Will you ride ‘em? Will you not? Why? It gets me thinking about my own insane riding habits lately. In particular, riding the roller coaster Tatsu. It makes you fly, an absolutely fantastic feeling. It goes too high though, I’m afraid of heights. It has a massive loop, I hate going upside down. And at the bottom of the loop it made me feel sick – I don’t get motion sickness easily. I would do it again in a heartbeat!
So the real question is; what would possess me, someone who cries on Disneyworld’s Tower of Terror, to get on this rollercoaster in the first place? I’d like to say that I’m just one brave bitch who’s fantastic at controlling her fears. Another contributing factor could be my determination to live life and not let petty mental issues hold me back. It wasn’t until later while driving home that I realized the truth. I had the oldies station cranked, both hands in the air, knees on the wheel, and I’m dancing my body and mustang to the music. When it hits me. I’m not brave… Three years of listening to car crashes every day and I still willingly drive thousands of miles a year. After that, a rollercoaster is nothing!
(a true story)
I’m in my last ever undergrad class chatting it up with my very cool prof, Dan, and the other three totally awesome students Sherryl, Ingrid, and Suzie. The topic of the moment: thrill rides. Will you ride ‘em? Will you not? Why? It gets me thinking about my own insane riding habits lately. In particular, riding the roller coaster Tatsu. It makes you fly, an absolutely fantastic feeling. It goes too high though, I’m afraid of heights. It has a massive loop, I hate going upside down. And at the bottom of the loop it made me feel sick – I don’t get motion sickness easily. I would do it again in a heartbeat!
So the real question is; what would possess me, someone who cries on Disneyworld’s Tower of Terror, to get on this rollercoaster in the first place? I’d like to say that I’m just one brave bitch who’s fantastic at controlling her fears. Another contributing factor could be my determination to live life and not let petty mental issues hold me back. It wasn’t until later while driving home that I realized the truth. I had the oldies station cranked, both hands in the air, knees on the wheel, and I’m dancing my body and mustang to the music. When it hits me. I’m not brave… Three years of listening to car crashes every day and I still willingly drive thousands of miles a year. After that, a rollercoaster is nothing!
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