I had insinuated from my previous article that I wanted to compare my writing on jellyfish to my writing on heights/falling. Well, we are about to see what just thinking about the Ferris Wheel did to me when I was working on my draft. Please note that this is the unedited rough draft for The Great Wheel of Seattle… at least what I was able to write before I said (before I sat?) to the keyboard, I am not able to write anymore.
It was funny, considering all of the times that I had been in the Seattle area, I had done so many things in the space of a couple of days that I had not done before within the space of a couple of days. Less than an hour before I had been in the observation deck of Columbia tower and now I was in the Ferris wheel that had looked so small from 900 feet. Unfortunately, the view from ground level and inside the Ferris wheel is a different story.
My guess is that the actual Ferris Wheel only got to a height of around two hundred feet or so. It was hard to believe that I had been four to fives times higher so recently. More shocking was how much I felt more nervous than I had before felt nervous. Perhaps it was the swaying. Perhaps it was the movement or just seeing the ground seem to lurch and loom. Slowly I felt the anxiety build within me. By the time of the final rotation I was keen to finish the ride.
For my regular readers, you probably have noticed that my regular blog posts are somewhere between 450-700 words and are at least somewhat intelligible. Please note 180 words and the beginning paragraph is just a garbled nightmare. Phrases even in the second paragraph repeated themselves to the point they were not particularly coherent. It was almost as if a record was skipping. Yes, I may be somewhat dating myself with that statement, though I have witnessed CDs and vinyl records do similar things in that regard.
“When people are frightened, intelligent parts of the brain cease to dominate”, Dr. Bruce Perry
If I have such trouble writing a coherent sentence when thinking about a situation that evoked fear and anxiety, is it any wonder that people may have a hard time coming to rational conclusions when dealing with their fears?
There is even evidence that suggests that fears can shape how we view certain stimuli and in time we may no longer even be able to come to rational conclusions even when we take a step back from the situation.
To me, that notion may be the scariest of them all.