The other day, a few coworkers and I were talking about elevators in the breakroom. Now, I don’t remember in the slightest how we got onto the topic, but it was a pretty in-depth conversation.
I shared a story about how I was going out to eat with a few of my friends (all of them coworkers that were in the room) and we needed to take an elevator to the third floor. It was an old elevator, rickety and small. The five of us jammed in and as we were going up, Adriana, the youngest of the group, jumped. The elevator creaked loudly and stalled for a second before continuing up as I froze.
I’ve been scared of elevators since about the time I started university. Before that, having lived way out in the countryside, I never really had to take them.
As I froze, though, my darling husband and two other friends yelled out, “Don’t!” in unison.
Adriana’s eyes got wide and she was like, “What?”
My husband explained to her my fear of elevators as the other two friends nodded. I don’t remember telling them about the fear, but apparently I did at one point.
After the story, we all got into a conversation about why I was scared of them.
For me, the fear stems from not being able to see where I’m going. Even trains have conductors, and they’re on rails. Elevators don’t have people driving them. I can tell that I’m moving, but I can’t tell how fast or how far. I know there are numbers that tell you what floor, obviously, but it’s different when you can’t see.
Oddly enough, I don’t mind the glass elevators that you can see everything through. It’s the closed ones that scare me.
I mean, you wouldn’t drive a car if you couldn’t see through the front, right?
I know it’s not exactly the same, but it is to me.
Anyway, they understood and then asked me, “So you must be terrified of the Tower of Terror at Disney, right?”
Oddly enough, I love that ride!
To their confusion.
I explained, the whole point of a ride like that is to be scared, right? The fear is most of the fun! I also know there are people watching the controls and constantly taking care of the ride. I mean, I know that I have heard way more “trapped on an elevator” stories than I have “roller coaster crash” stories.