My biggest fear in life is, without a single freaking doubt, confined spaces. That’s right, I am claustrophobic. A crazy one at that.

I have never really told anyone about this phobia before and I always tried to keep my cool whenever I am put in such situations. For example, when I am in an elevator. Holy gracious Lord, that is like a vertically-shaped casket for me. I mean, whenever possible, I always try to avoid lifts. But of course, sometimes when I am out with a group of friends (even worse, new friends), I can’t simply tell them that I prefer taking the escalator because I am scared just to be inside the lift. Umm, no. I’d rather learn to conquer my fear and keep my friends. Not the other way around.

But then again, it’s pretty normal for a claustrophobic to be scared of the almighty elevators.

What I can’t comprehend is you know when sometimes you’re taking the train and it goes underground? And sometimes during peak hours, the train stops in between two stations because otherwise there will be huge collisions among the trains? Yeah, during that one-minute stop (at most) I get jittery and fidgety as if I just missed my dosage of Vicodin (not that I am taking any, relax!). I mean, what if all of a sudden the train shrinks? WHAT IF THAT HAPPENS? I will be stuck there, squashed between gazillions of people and I can’t escape. Just the thought of it gives me goosebumps.

That’s also one of the many reasons why I love bus-rides. If, heaven forbids, it shrinks, I can break the window, and tadaaa, out I am.

I know, don’t you just love how weird I am? Dillon loves it. Go ask him. But don’t mention anything about heights or altitudes or anything higher than a hundred feet above the ground. (Hello boyfriend! :D )

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