When I'm scared of something I tend to either be a total wimp and avoid it (i.e. can't stand heights, so clutch bannisters, keep away from edges, etc.) or take a running jump at it.
For example, I used to be scared of riding my bike at night, especially after a drink or two. Last night I had a drink or two and then rode my bike to the Ninth Ward, i.e. A LONG FREAKING WAY AWAY.
Problem solved! Feel not the slightest qualm anymore. Think this summer I should make a list of my fears and tackle them, one by one.
(My palms are getting sweaty thinking about dealing with heights - because I think the best way would be skydiving or something - perhaps I will save this for last.)
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