You've probably heard (or not) about the recent swarm of quakes hitting central New Zealand.
There was a big quake on July 21, no real serious damage or fatalities. The aftershocks didn't fizzle out until a week later. Still a fresh memory in everyone's minds, but no so much that everyone was waiting for the next one.
So, today we went to get lunch at McD's drive-thru, got handed my happy meals, and then the car started moving like it was tipsy and trying to walk on its wheels. My first reaction was to look at my guy to snap at him to stop moving in the car (I've been doing a lot of that since the other quake - no one is allowed to bounce or kick their legs in the car, or jump on the couch, or jump at all on anything near me, anything that causes shaking is a big no no), and then I saw the big gas station and McDonald's sign start swaying from side to side. So my second reaction was, oh ****, we're at a gas station, something's going to blow. I couldn't make the decision to move the car, or even get out of the car, because at that moment in time I thought it was the safest place to be, even though the car was possessed.
To describe it accurately, the car was shuddering the way it would before it cuts out, except that it wasn't the car itself but the ground that was shaking.
We waited in the car until it passed. Grabbed the rest of our order like a boss and scrammed.
I still have a bit of the shakes, partially me, partially aftershocks, every now and then I can't tell the difference. There are generally two ways in response to fear: fight or flight.
Then there's aphobia. The temporary loss of fear.
I think I may qualify for this one. I'm not half as riled up about the quakes as everyone else is, which is odd, considering I used to either go paralytic or flee to a table with the jolts we used to get. It's not a case of getting used to it either, because you can never get used to earthquakes. Nor is it bravado. If anything, I'm putting myself more at risk of getting hurt by not reacting in the appropriate way. While everyone is scrambling for the table, I'm walking around collecting flashlights and cellphones and keys and whistles.
Then again I do have a theory that fear isn't real.
So, have you ever come face to face with something you feared? How did you handle it?
There was a big quake on July 21, no real serious damage or fatalities. The aftershocks didn't fizzle out until a week later. Still a fresh memory in everyone's minds, but no so much that everyone was waiting for the next one.
So, today we went to get lunch at McD's drive-thru, got handed my happy meals, and then the car started moving like it was tipsy and trying to walk on its wheels. My first reaction was to look at my guy to snap at him to stop moving in the car (I've been doing a lot of that since the other quake - no one is allowed to bounce or kick their legs in the car, or jump on the couch, or jump at all on anything near me, anything that causes shaking is a big no no), and then I saw the big gas station and McDonald's sign start swaying from side to side. So my second reaction was, oh ****, we're at a gas station, something's going to blow. I couldn't make the decision to move the car, or even get out of the car, because at that moment in time I thought it was the safest place to be, even though the car was possessed.
To describe it accurately, the car was shuddering the way it would before it cuts out, except that it wasn't the car itself but the ground that was shaking.
We waited in the car until it passed. Grabbed the rest of our order like a boss and scrammed.
I still have a bit of the shakes, partially me, partially aftershocks, every now and then I can't tell the difference. There are generally two ways in response to fear: fight or flight.
Then there's aphobia. The temporary loss of fear.
I think I may qualify for this one. I'm not half as riled up about the quakes as everyone else is, which is odd, considering I used to either go paralytic or flee to a table with the jolts we used to get. It's not a case of getting used to it either, because you can never get used to earthquakes. Nor is it bravado. If anything, I'm putting myself more at risk of getting hurt by not reacting in the appropriate way. While everyone is scrambling for the table, I'm walking around collecting flashlights and cellphones and keys and whistles.
Then again I do have a theory that fear isn't real.
So, have you ever come face to face with something you feared? How did you handle it?