Forget fucking rollercoasters. THIS IS WHERE THE REAL THRILL RIDE IS.
I used to be scared of heights. Really, really, really fucking scared. Now, I can ride rollercoasters and do ziplines no problem, but back when I was scared of heights I thought I would wet myself even just looking out of a really high floor of a building.
When I was in second year high school, we went to this Mathematics Training thing at this chinese school along Marcos Highway every week. One of the training days, we got out early during the afternoon and we decided to have lunch in SM Marikina since we figured we could probably get back in time. We took the overpass that passed through both sides of Marcos Highway where you could walk aaaalll the way to SM Marikina.
WORST. DECISION. EVER.
It might have had something to do with the fact that my friends were scaring me into it, but really, I was just fucking terrified. The side-fences were only up to my hips, so a literal push could send me plumetting to my death. The floors were made of this steel that looked like they just cobbled it together from spare party. Even worse - my friend pointed out that one of the beams looked like it was being held up by a piece of alambre. (Of course it wasn't, but my paranoia was setting in.) I said "HOLY SHIT WE'RE GONNA DIE" upon hearing that. Naturally, I freaked out a lot of kids in the process.
Even now that I'm not scared of heights, passing through this overpass still freaks me out a lot. I mean, fuck rollercoasters and ziplines. THIS is real terror. Like no other. read more