I’ve not ever really much cared for roller coasters.
When I was younger I went on some, they’re not really my thing. And now, forget about it. My brain would be so far out of my body and the vertigo would be so intense, nothing would be worth how bad I’d feel.
It’s ok though, I don’t need theme park roller coasters, I ride my own internal roller coaster every day. Both emotionally and sensationally – is that a word? Through emotions and sensations. There. That’s a better sentence.
All I have to do to get the WHEEEE sensation of going down a steep roller coaster is tip my head back really fast. The gravitational pull I feel in my head is roughly the same. And while it’s definitely cheaper, less crowded, and doesn’t have a height requirement, I still don’t like it. In fact I might even like it less because it’s a ride I didn’t even choose to go on. That will sometimes lead into the emotional roller coaster, so I get a full, rounded experience – YAY.
”Well this is awful.”
”Why did you do that? You know not to do that.”
”This is how I’ll be forever.”
”No you won’t, you’re already managing better than you used to.”
”You’re right. I am.”
”Maybe it’ll be ok.”
”Yeah but it still sucks.”
Good times.
In the end, it is what it is. I’ll come around to feeling ok about it all – sometimes in a few minutes, sometimes longer.
There’s nothing particularly special about my inner theme park journey. It’s unique to me because it’s my body, and my particular park has a very sensitive (and often very dramatic) nervous system.
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