Trapped...

When I was a kid, about 6 or 7 years old, I had Elevator Phobia. It seemed worse when my parents would take me to Sewickley Valley Hospital. I would do whatever possible to not have to ride in their elevator. I was sure that one day the thing would just stop, then it would crash into the bottom of the building. Before my phobia, I can only remember one episode in which I was in an elevator and it jiggled strangely. That seemed to have started my fears. Looking back however my anxiety about elevators was probably caused by my Grandmother having chemotherapy at Sewickley Hospital at age 3. She passed away shortly after her treatments and I guess when I rode elevators I associated it with losing someone I loved.

Since then I have been on some fucked up elevators. At PTI we would often get stuck on the ride up to the 7th floor. Most of us would just take the stairs multiple times a day so that we wouldn't have to be stuck with 20 people in the rickety machine. Still my phobia only lasted a short couple of months. I remember the fear, the feelings I would have when forced to ride an elevator, but I got over it. I'm not alone in my past phobia of elevators.

Today my laziness rules. Elevators sure as hell beat walking up 20 flights of stairs. Maybe if I was still afraid I might not be so fat. I sure as heck wouldn't have a chance to someday end up like this guy:



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