31 July 2007


I love Chicago. The city, the people, the buildings, the bars...it is a great place.

Despite all this, it is one city in which I have to confront a particular fear of mine over and over again. That fear? The revolving door.

I am not sure why I hate these doors so much. The only thing I can think of is that perhaps my darling brother locked me in one when I was younger. When presented with the option, I take the regular door. I don't care that doing so makes the building less energy efficient. I care about not getting stuck in that damn door.

This is something that has been with me for as long as I can remember, and I always feel silly. But when there is no other choice but the revolving door, you can see me gripped with a bit of panic until I can push my way through and land on the other side.

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