Panic attack...yea, what fun.

[mapsedge]

For future reference: HSPs and corn mazes are a bad combination.

This is especially true when the corn maze is filled with patron-created false paths and many of the legitimate paths are made impassable by standing water and ankle-deep mud, to sum up: when the map you're given no longer accurately represents the maze you're in. All I wanted was OUT. I grabbed my son - who'd been screaming and crying in "I want to play in the mud" frustration for almost an hour straight - and made for the exit...or, tried, anyway. Fucking maze. By the time I found a path out - which I found only by listening for the sound of the crowd in the entrance area - anyone who'd stepped in my path would have been injured.

That took...let's see...two hours to recover from.

Comments

[ladyniniane.livejournal.com]

I won't do haunted houses or corn (or any other) mazes either, for similar reasons. In my case, some of it is from simply being shorter than most of the people I am with - I spend much of my life surrounded by taller things, trying (usually in vain) to see out.

Somewhere along the line, I added a fear of heights, but I know where that one came from; I used to enjoy roller coasters until I developed sinus problems and had some problems with my ears and equilibrium. The last roller coaster ride was not a pleasant one - at all.

[hdsqrl.livejournal.com]

Oh, eek. That's the stuff nightmares are made of. :(

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

*refrains from Children Of The Corn jokes and hugs you instead*

I used to have panic attacks in Walmart if seperated from my family...nothing sadder than a 23 year old girl huddled on the bottom shelf in the stationary section crying until someone comes along and pages her Mom for her.

Yeah.

[thebruce.livejournal.com]

Wash your brain out with this:

I spent 6 hours this weekend with Daithi Sproule.

You play DADGAD as well as he does.

I am inspired now.

Kudos, my dear friend. Kudos.