I reckon I’m pretty fearless as far as most things go, I can sing karaoke, public speak and handle spiders with the best of them, but put me on the rooftop of a tall building and I will lose my ish. I went to a cocktail party on the top floor of the Standard East last week, and everyone was hanging out on the balcony (which featured waist-level railings), leaning over to admire the view and the extreme drop, and I just about had a panic attack. Anything that involves heights, ladders, tall buildings, next level views or glass elevators is enough to leave me paralysed. I’ve never been up the Eiffel Tower, the Empire State Building or the Sky Tower, and I never will. Funnily enough, I’m not afraid of flying, but put me next to someone putting any form of weight against a precariously placed ledge and I will die. True story.
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