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The time of year has come once again to go through the unique mix of stress and spirit-crushing tedium that is commercial flight. Among other things, I will have Whitney, Etrian Odyssey III, Professor Layton, and a heap of British television on the iPad to keep me company during the six hours locked inside an aluminium coffin, but my experience last time I flew seems to have brought the fear of flying that I had between the ages of 3 and 16 back in full force and I've been stressing about the flight - and just the thought of being inside an airport again - for the whole week.
Occasionally these days, I honestly find myself thinking "You don't have to go on an aeroplane tonight" out of nowhere, in a newfound appreciation for life staying on the ground and not in airports. But this time, I do. Then after that, we come back in a week, then we've got two weeks here, then we fly there again, and then we come back in another two weeks. So I hope I get over this the first time.
Occasionally these days, I honestly find myself thinking "You don't have to go on an aeroplane tonight" out of nowhere, in a newfound appreciation for life staying on the ground and not in airports. But this time, I do. Then after that, we come back in a week, then we've got two weeks here, then we fly there again, and then we come back in another two weeks. So I hope I get over this the first time.
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And being delayed increases the bad anticipation... it's bad enough being confined into that space in the sky for six hours, but if I have to wait a longer time just to achieve that... that's worse.
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But, the farther we get into this discussion, the more I'm reminded how little sense anxiety sometimes makes, so I guess I'll just leave it at that. :X
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