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I'm developing irrational fears of architectural passageways, namely ramps and revolving doors. The resort where we stay in Mexico is handicap accessible. There are ramps everywhere. My mom is a ramp-person, but I prefer the stairs. GC mixes it up, taking the ramp sometimes and the stairs other times. I noted this last year, and this year wondered about my reluctance to use ramps. Stairs are tricky, and I’ve fallen down a few in my time. I've never fallen on a ramp but I just don’t trust them.

I’ve also developed distrust for rotating doors. I used to love racing into them and being spit out on the other side. As far as I know, I’ve never been trapped in one or caught in the door, but I find myself opting for a regular door, or if not given that option, I approach with caution and emerge feeling relieved that I made it through unscathed… this time.

There's no basis for these fears. Is this how the road to old-ladyhood starts? I'm hoping that I'm just bored and making up games to amuse myself, like the hot lava or sidewalk crack games kids play. It'll be a pretty bleak life if doors start misbehaving.

Getting to Know All About You: You got any silly fears?