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I’m one of the most paranoid people I know. Every time I step out on a balcony I’m sure it’s going to fall. Every time I go on an amusement park ride I have to fight to enjoy myself instead of wondering when it was inspected last and if anyone has ever been killed on this type of ride, whatever it is. Danger is everywhere.
And yet, I seem normal. That’s because I’m good at reminding myself that I’m just being silly. That if I really listened to all of that noise in my head I’d never leave my house, and I definitely wouldn’t let the kids leave. Ever.
It’s that ability to convince myself that nothing bad is going to happen that keeps me going like a normal person. It’s what keeps me going on rides like that one over there in the picture (even though a ride like that did chop off a girl’s feet not long ago).
Then, a few weeks ago, this happened on a Texas roller coaster. Just a few days after we got back from an amusement park. Basically my biggest nightmare. A woman was concerned that her safety bar wasn’t down all the way, because everybody else’s had clicked several times and hers had only clicked once. The guy running the ride told her not to worry about it. The roller coaster car came back without her.
Last week, a woman leaned on her 17th-floor balcony railing and fell to her death. The railing just buckled underneath her and she tumbled over. She’d been out there for a smoke. Smoking kills.
And then, just the other day, the most tragic of all: a couple of young boys – brothers – were spending the night with a friend of their family, when the friend’s 100lb pet python escaped his enclosure and strangled them both. The snake’s enclosure apparently went up to the room’s ceiling, and the snake was able to get into the ceiling and wander around. It fell through to the living room where the boys were sleeping.
When weird shit happens I think of all the reasons why it couldn’t happen to me or my kids. Maybe it happened in a third-world country where building standards aren’t as good. Or in a place where exotic animals are more common. But this stuff happened in the US and Canada, and it all happened over a short amount of time.
If you need me, I’ll be under my dining room table, rocking back and forth.
But eventually I’ll be doing stupid things like this again:
Because when my adventurous side manages to overcome my paranoid side, it’s a lot of fun. Even if I did scream my head off.
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