I'm going to Ireland!

I absolutely love roller coasters but HATE being on them. I will take my seat, and as the roller coaster ascends the track, with each click of the chain pulling us upward my anticipation grows. I think about how I love that I can see for miles, I like that this is a deviation from my daily routine, and I like that I'm about to take full advantage of gravity...and it's in that moment, where I reach the end of the monstrous peak that I have complete regret. I despise that I thought the roller coaster was a good idea, I hate that I am about to go plunging downward on a cart attached to other carts with complete strangers, I am upset that I chose to end my life doing something so stupid. Obviously I always end the ride climbing out of my seat in one piece, thankful that my feet are planted firmly on the ground. I slowly regain my balance and it takes a short while for my stomach to stop turning, but just a few minutes later I'm always ready to attempt the death-defying stunt yet again.