If, like me, you’re the type who hates driving over bridges, you can probably relate to the one to ten scale that we, gephyrophobics use to measure our anxiety.
A zero to one self-assessment score means you are calm while driving over the bridge.
How calm are you?
You could be eating a liverwurst sandwich with one hand, holding a nice glass of cabernet sauvignon in the other hand, and a tornado could be swirling around you.
A ten self-assessment score means you are very scared while driving over the bridge.
How scared are you?
You’re in that same tornado, but this time: your sweaty palms separate from your arms; your head exits your body and catapults straight to Neptune; and you feel like your car’s steering wheel is spinning like that nice little girl’s head in The Exorcist.
And, the liverwurst sandwich you ate last night is break-dancing on your left ventricle!
But one thing, at least for me, is true. I still drive over bridges, and after my Ten comes back down to a Zero, I get this crazy idea to write about the experience and maybe help someone else.
The Nothing Expert 