Haha, thankfully it's never gotten to that stage with me. I have a certain degree of patience, and I know I'll be okay and I won't have to be in it long. I've managed to keep my cool in a crowed lift with a screaming baby before, but I try and make sure I'm near the door. If I was ever stuck in a lift, then I might start with some fists. ^^;
I'm like that too. I panic quite a bit when I'm lost, but not so much when I'm with friends. I was hanging out with friends around an area of London I don't know very well a few years ago, and I was fine; just the idea of having to find my way home alone made me worry.I'd just like to say that I don't like being lost, either. If I suddenly realise I'm on the wrong train I panic quite a lot. Or say I'm walking in an area of town I don't know. I do find it fun in teh countryside, though. Like, camping and or whatever. Especially if I have my mates there.











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