Call Me a Sinner

You know that feeling that you get when you are on a roller-coaster, that split second before the big drop, and it almost crosses your mind that something could go terribly wrong just then, an awesome spectacle of twisted iron and bright blue flames? But then the cars drop, and your stomach is left behind without a clue where the rest of you went, and you scream with the thrill and the terror of it all, getting off the ride with shaky knees. You get in line again, anticipation building with every slow step you take, and the whole time you're thinking you are crazy to want to torture yourself like this. So I ask this; is it wrong, is it sinful, is it masochistic to need that sense of doom only because it is the only thing that gives you the bliss of adrenaline and shaky knees?