insecurity...or in security?

Be it a roller coaster ride; the insecure feeling plants itself in the pit of my stomach one minute, and transforms and flies to cloud nine the next. Funny how one glance, word, or touch once altered in the slightest way can act like the control panel of a roller coaster ride. Do you want the steady climb upwards tonight, or have your heart drop at 100 miles per hour with the fear of crashing? Regardless of which one comes first, the other always comes next.

I don't stress over real roller coasters, but this one feels so much more dangerous and exhilarating.