Planes are not my most favorite thing ever. I am scared to death of flying for some reason and people always tell me not to be and spit out the odds of crashing. And I respond that's great I do not give a shit nor do I even want to hear the word crashing.
I have a techniques and a routine every time I fly. The whole week before leads me to being mentally prepared. I try to block it out of my mind. Then an hour before the flight I rip a Xanax, prescribed by my doctor of course. And then once on the plane I attempt to fall asleep and if that doesn't work I most likely hyperventilate, cry, cover my eyes and ears. And here's the most ridiculous part if that wasn't bad enough... I don't let me feet touch the ground because I don't like feeling the vibrations of the plane.
I don't even know why I am so scared of flying because I was pulling this before 9/11. My dad used to yell at me for crying and would tell me they won't let us take off because of me haha. And do you know hoe many set of wing buttons I received...up until I was 15. Maybe it's because I'm chlostrophobic, maybe insane or maybe it's all in my head. Needless to say I landed in Fort Myers safe and I get to do this all over again on the way back to Chicago. My parents are so very thrilled.
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