Okay, so maybe I'm over exaggerating a tad, but that doesn't mean that it didn't take me 4 months to convince myself I wasn't going to die on the Dragon rollercoaster at Adventureland just because it had loops. I have since been able to sit fairly patiently in drive-thru lines, and I have in fact been able to go back to the gym, and today I officially overcame the biggest fear that the movie instilled in me- no joking this time.
This sucker right here has been the one thing I was absolutely terrified of. If you don't know why the scene from the movie freaked me out so much, go ahead and YouTube it- but watch at your own risk. It's pretty gruesome. Now, I know that there are legitimate risks to using tanning beds, and it's certainly not something that I recommend using very often. However, I have some of the whitest skin around and when summer rolls around, there's always that period of time where I blind everyone- including myself- with my legs and arms. My roommate had never tried tanning before, and obviously neither had I, but she wanted to. I intended to go as moral support, but ultimately decided it was silly to be so afraid of a machine. So, I bit the bullet today and I spent 7 minutes in a low-pressure tanning bed.
Woo. I did it. Go me.
Or something like that. I almost feel guilty to be honest, but in all honesty, one session is not going to kill me. I do not intend to spend more time in a bed that in the real outdoors, ad I certainly don't want to get caught up in a a habit that can cause serious damage. Trust me y'all, I'm not going to become one of those shriveled up bodies that looks 40 when I'm only 21.
Moral of the story: don't let horror movies keep you from doing things. Don't let ANYTHING stop you from doing something you'd like to try. Overcome the fears and LIVE. Be happy!
Next on my list: skydiving! Er...or maybe I should just climb the rockwall without freaking out first.
