Heights
I have a recurring dream where I’m at the top of an extremely tall building, peering over the edge, every part of my body screaming at me to return to safety. On a few rare occasions, I’ve fallen. Usually, I’m just stuck up there, above the clouds, wondering how I came to be in this perilous situation.
These dreams led me to research what it’s like to live in a super skyscraper. Who are these people who feel stable 90 floors above the ground? How do they sleep while around them, their perilous “home” sways in the wind? I found an article that described all sorts of problems tenants of these mega high-up buildings have experienced. Intense wind noise, water issues, excessive movement during high wind. All of these sound like absolute nightmares to me. Like being so desperately far away from solid earth wasn’t enough, now my living space, my home, the place I turn to for safety, is unstable during storms and keeping me up at night to groan and whistle about it. No thanks.
I think there’s another part of me that fears that I’d be consistently tempted to jump if I lived that high up.
Everyone shares that slight moment of fear when you look over a ledge, that split second of thinking, “I could technically just, like, jump off.” For most people, that thought passes, and they move on to drinking a cocktail or taking Instagram photos or whatever else it is people do at great heights…
