the view from someplace very high
i grew up next to a mountain, and there is nothing quite like standing at the top and looking down at the world below. once upon a time, on a school trip i sat on the edge of an aqueduct where even the toughest kids were cowering a few steps back. a classmate accused me of faking a fear of heights on the plane.
i love heights. i hate flying.
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I don't really mind heights in a theoretical way, but when I painted houses, I found myself just moving slowly on the ladders and scaffold, like a sloth. Perhaps that had something to do with the longevity of my career as a house painter.
What's that thingy? The Thanatos Urge (or death instinct) that pulls us toward the edge? I've been trying to cultivate a Fried Food Urge, which pulls us toward donuts.
mean spirited, considering i gave up fried food for lent!
I'm planning a fried food bonanza once when Lent is over, so have no fear.
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