There are a few things (okay maybe more than a few things) I simply don’t like. Arrogance and entitlement. Waiting (even having four children I still have the bare minimum of patience.) People who have loads of money but still cry poor mouth. Chaos. Poor hygiene. You get the point.
The bottom line: there are things I don’t like.
However I manage when faced with them. For example, I have waited thousands of hours for my children at doctor visits, team practices, after school activities, orthodontist appointments, carpool and so on. So even though I have little patience I’ve learned (perhaps been forced) to work through it and have some semblance of patience (having my laptop or a book help a lot.)
As for arrogant and/or entitled people? I tolerate them for the sake of keeping peace. Although I cringe every time they open their mouth. I tighten my lips together for fear of speaking my mind and telling them to get over themselves and get a life.
Not liking something is different than dread. And there are situations that plummet me into straight out fear, anxiety, cold clammy palms, racing heart, dizziness and near panic attacks.
What is it? Acrophobia. Yes, I fear heights
Yet- at some point in my life I have done the following:
Parasailed way up in the sky while in Acapulco, Mexico
Rode countless steep scream inducing rollercoasters
Went up in a hot air balloon over cornfields in central Illinois
Have been a passenger on a hundred plus airline flights
Went in Willis Tower Chicago’s glass Sky deck
Walked on Germany’s Marienbrucke bridge over a deep ravine to get a good picture of Neuschwanstein castle
Took a 26 mile Bike ride down Maui’s steep Haleakala mountain
You get the point- these are not activities normally associated with someone who is afraid of heights. But I have done them. I have pushed myself though my fear, often holding (okay nearly crushing) someone’s hand while talking myself through my fear as I go to a height beyond my comfort level (anything over six feet.)
For example in the glass Skydeck in Chicago’s Willis tower (formally Sears Tower) I crawled (yes on my hands and knees- okay so maybe sometimes I am a little embarrassing) onto the glass box which extends 4.3 feet and looked down the 103 stories then immediately scrambled out. A side note, my fear must not have a genetic link. My sister-in-law Dawn told me a story of when she and my brother Leon had gone to the Skydeck. Leon had decided that standing in the glass Skydeck was not enough- he felt that he needed to jump up and down while in it. This cleared the whole glass box and left my brother to jig his heart away alone in the sky.
Now to the point (finally) of this post. Some of the best characters are those that move beyond their fear (even if they revert back.) We can relate to them. It makes them richer and deeper.
Do you remember when you moved beyond a fear? What visceral reaction did you have? Can you put your character in the same situation and describe it?