UNFINISHED POST
I hate flying. I have always hated flying for as long as I can remember. It scares me. Terrifies me actually. I need a significant amount of drinky drinky to get me through my flights. Or prescription tranqs. Each time I fly I hyperventilate as I get on the plane. I have rituals that I need to perform in order to have a safe flight. If the rituals aren't performed then I know we are going to die in a downward, flaming spiral of metal death.
I don't know why I hate flying. I've done it more times than I count. My dad was in the Army and we moved every one to three years. Flying was like driving for me!
I lived in Germany for 6 years and Spain for 4 months so I've been back and forth to Europe at least 5 times. I fly about once every two years to visit my friend Susan or for a family vacation. Yet I still hate flying.
The reason I bring this up is because I just posted a new picture in my blog header of Heidelberg, Germany. I was lucky enough to spend three of my very imformative years living in that wonderful city. I got a chance to be there and have a great time shopping on the Haupstrasse, swimming at Leimen outdoor pool
3 comments:
hahaha! Lori, these unfinished posts crack me up! It's a good idea- I should start doing that. (But I never even get any posts started.) Take care!
Ahh, the Leimen pool. My strongest memory of that place was how I stupidly spent an entire day there with no sunscreen and got blisters all over my shoulders right before we were flying to the States. Speaking of miserable flights...
Re: hating flying...
A few weeks ago I was listening to an old episode of NPR's "This American Life" where a guy talked about how he cries uncontrollably while watching movies — I mean, the type of movies you wouldn't normally expect someone, especially a guy, to cry during, like "Sweet Home Alabama" — but ONLY when he watches them on an airplane.
And apparently there are a lot of people who have the same issue -- it's an anxiety thing, I guess.
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