#escalaphobia

I fucking, hate escalators. So fucking so I hate them I hate them!

I used to have really bad escalaphobia, and I still have it, just not as strong. It developed because of something that actually happened or because of something I dreamed happened. I don't know which it is. I used to avoid escalators like the plague, but in a lot of places I just didn't have a choice. I had to exist there, shaking like a personal earth quake. Eventually I was able to go up no problem. But getting down was a whole other story. To this day I have to try multiple times to get on the moving stairs without misstepping or hurling myself off the steps face first.

I think it's time we acknowledge escalators are actually the worst. Like stairs aren't tricky enough, now they're moving? Excuse me? No thank you. Going up escalators isn't so bad. What's the worst that'll happen? I fall, embarrass myself and hit the step above me, but I'm still moving up. It's not like gravity can really screw me over. But down??? No! I'll take the elevator or stairs. If that level has exits to the parking lot, I'd rather go through a department store exit, take the exterior stairs down, and go all the way around the building to go back in on the lower floor. I'll inconvenience the hell outta myself before I brave an escalator. Unless I'm with someone I'm not comfortable being weird with, I might struggle through it then. But I'll hate every second of it and feel my body jittering for 10 minutes after it's over. I really hate escalators.