I’ve got no problems flying on a plane.
Turbulence doesn’t bother me.
I’ve got no issues zip-lining 18 stories above the rainforest.
The speed is exhilarating to me.
I don’t have a fear of heights, I have a fear of the ground.
Specifically, a fear of hitting the ground really hard.
I don’t mind securely soaring through the air. The things that make my weebles wobble are the ones whose sole purpose is to fall towards the ground.
No bungee jumping for me, thank you.
Sky diving? Nope.
Rollercoasters? Nuh-uh.
Heck, I won’t even jump off a curb unless I have little risk of twisting my ankle.
I either need my feet firmly on the ground or nowhere near coming close to it.