I've always had this internal fear of roller coasters. Be they metal, wooden, monstrous or just the little kiddie ones, I've always hated them. Never have I gotten over the story about the kid who got his head chopped off by a roller coaster at six flags. 'Someday,' I think to myself, 'that will be me.' Of course, I won't hop two fences and a couple of "DO NOT ENTER"signs to retrieve a hat like the kid at six flags did, but that doesn't stop me from being scared to death of dying on one of the things.
So it's no wonder I find myself hating my emotional roller coasters as well.
Up... down! Left... right... upside down!!! Happy... sad... confused, happy.... then sad again! What is up with that? Can't a girl just be consistent?? Even consistently mad would be fine!
I've also noticed that the swings come in cycles. Some days I'll be as happy as a clam, and others I will be crabby for no apparent reason. And then there are 'those days'.
'Those days', the dreaded days. Those are the days where I'm as unpredictable as my baby cousin on April Fool's day. Those are the days where you see me cheerful one moment, then turn your head, look back again and find me sobbing against the wall.
Today was one of 'those days'.
Oh well, whataya gonna do?
In any case, i still hate roller coasters. Now I just hate them more.
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