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Originally posted by G8Ralphaxi
ah, the joys of Interstate 4 in Orlando!
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See, it's not the mini vans that scare me. It's I-4 in general that scares me. Fun Fun! You have tourists who don't know where they're going, old people who can't see more than 2 feet in front of them, soccer moms who can't keep their Expedition in one lane, high school boys in their spruced up stock cars going about 30 mph over the speed limit (and weaving in and out of traffic), the people who cannot speak/read English and don't realize they're exit is coming up until last minute ("Oh! There's my exit. Must cross over 6 lanes of traffic and cut everyone off and just smile at them if they honk their horn at me. Teehee!"), and the angry middle age men who will try to run you off the road if they feel they've been wronged in any kind of way.
I'm scared of the dark. I cannot be a room that has no light coming into it whatsoever. I must be able to see some light of some kind whether it's through a crack in the door or the glow of an alarm clock. I'm not scared of monsters or anything.
I heard when I was little that if you stay in a dark room for too long that you could go blind. I've been frightened ever since.
I am also scared of winding mountain roads that have no guardrails. If I'm traveling along the outer side of the road and there's only about a foot between the road and a huge drop-off I will freak out. Luckily, I live in Florida but when I was in Cali last Spring Break my friend drove me through the mountains. My hands were so sweaty and I had to close my eyes.