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angryoldhagWrong tense. I went to the theatre yesterday and it managed to set of four major spaz-triggers in two hours. Wheeee! Thank goodness that I picked up a new ball of yarn for socks so I had something to do and keep me just this side of a full-on panic attack. Before you ask, no, I was not voluntarily there. I was there because they were putting on a play my teacher thought the class had to see.
The whole thing played with my fear of being at a wrong place, being somewhere new and unfamiliar, lots of shouting (on stage) and they suddenly dropped this whole bunch of barrels from quite a height on the stage. I think that the last was supposed to signify things falling apart or something. I just know that it scared the living daylights out of me every time they did it.
It's very annoying to spend several hours on the verge-but-not-quite-over of a panic attack. Not that I like panic attacks, but it's like being in a small space with a huge piano dangling over your head. You're just waiting for it to fall.
The whole thing played with my fear of being at a wrong place, being somewhere new and unfamiliar, lots of shouting (on stage) and they suddenly dropped this whole bunch of barrels from quite a height on the stage. I think that the last was supposed to signify things falling apart or something. I just know that it scared the living daylights out of me every time they did it.
It's very annoying to spend several hours on the verge-but-not-quite-over of a panic attack. Not that I like panic attacks, but it's like being in a small space with a huge piano dangling over your head. You're just waiting for it to fall.