Every morning I make my way across Blackfriars bridge, towards my place of work.
Apart from spending my bridge time concentrating on not getting mown down by determined commuters, I spend most of my crossing trying to repress the urge to throw the entire contents of my pockets over the side, and jump over after it.
Don't get me wrong: life is good. It is just that I always get the strangest urge at high places to either jump off or throw precious things over the side.
I like to call it quirky not weird...
3 comments:
I think that's a Bramwell trait - I spend most of my time as a passenger in cars resisting the urge to throw my wallet out the window x
Oh yes - I get that one as well..
i get the jumping off bridges thing too especially if I'm on the ferry. someone told me it's a kind of vertigo
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