So I have been working this week in this big ass skyscraper downtown. We have been doing work in the mechanical room which is at the very top of the building, basically the roof. There is this little area where you can walk outside, it's there so the window washers can hook up there and do their thing. I have been taking my breaks up there latley. It is an awesome view up there. You can see all of downtown, plus miles and miles beyond that. It makes me think alot when I am up there. For one, how awesome the view is and how the whole city just seems so peaceful from up there. All the chaos of traffic is gone, and all the headlights and breaklights make for a beautiful scene. On the flip side. As always, I think about jumping. I can't be on a big building without thinking about jumping. Anyone who reads my journal regularly knows that. I just want to go to that edge, and then go past the safe zone. Today was kinda wierd because I could really see doing it. I have no want to die. My life is fine. I just have this obsession with jumping off a large building. I think it would be an awesome ride, it's just the sudden abrupt stop at the end that sucks. That and the fact that you can only do it once.
Oh well, I guess I'll go to band practice now
Oh well, I guess I'll go to band practice now
I don't think I could ever jump off any sort of high space.
Once when I was younger and in Girlscouts(save the jokes)
we had a party at NWU here and they have this huge diving board there. Well it was so damn high I nearly wet my pants. People were just jumping off it left and right...it took all the will I had to do it...but when I did..I loved it...and I did it again and again! The trouble was...it never lost it's thrill..the thought that I might not make it...such a weird feeling!