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Fear of Ewoks


People fear things.

It's normal.
 They even have special names for fears to make them sound more legitimate, like arachnophobia or lilapsophobia.

But here's what's funny...

(not really funny)
 If you happen to have a realistic, legitimate, based-on-fact fear people will mock you.

I mean it.

They will tell you all the reasons you shouldn't be afraid of such things.
 For example, if you happened to be afraid of tornado producing storms (raising hand) that have been documented as being people killers and land destroyers and generally frightening events, people will make statements such as, "Oh, it's just a little wind.", or "I love a good storm.", or "You worry too much."
 Those same people?

Afraid of spiders.

Seriously.
 When is the last time you heard of someone dying from a spider bite in Missouri?

Now.

Do I mock them for being afraid of spiders even though there doesn't seem to be a just cause for such feelings?

No.
 Because if spiders make them feel the way tornado weather makes me feel then I'm just impressed that they can function normally at all.

Because I would never go to my basement again.

(It's a spider warehouse.)

Or wear shoes without vacuuming them out first.

Or take a shower.

(Did you not SEE Arachnophobia?)
Enter the reason for this post:

 I'm getting on a commercial plane for the first time next week.

I'm nervous.

People are mocking me.
Despite the fact that it is not NORMAL for a giant, 188,000 pound aluminum can with a belly full of humans to fly through the air with wings that don't even FLAP!

A helicopter?  That makes sense.  The little blades swirl around pushing the contraption through the air.  I trust a helicopter.

I do not trust a bird with aluminum wings and wheels on its belly.
It makes no sense, therefore it can not be safe.

But I'm doing it.

Because I'm not a chicken.
Or because I have a death wish.

I haven't decided which.
My only consolation is that on a site I was reading for first time flyers it mentioned that it's normal for the plane to make lots of noises.  It said to picture one of those buses from a tropical land laden down with passengers and goats and then imagine the noise it makes...that's what the plane sounds like from time to time.
Well, friends, I'm in luck because Matt and I very often refer to our van as the "log cart" because that's what it sounds like...an old log cart with squeaky wheels.
Creeek....groannnnnnn.....shudddddder.
Sounds like I should be right at home on the plane.
I just hope the plane door handle doesn't come off in my hand like my van handle did.

That might raise a red flag.

In conclusion:

I'm flying.  I'm nervous.  It's okay if you aren't but don't make fun of my legitimate fears and I won't make fun of yours.

Because if my plane goes down in a fiery crash you'll feel really bad.
B

PS...If I haven't blogged anything by the end of February you'll know what happened.

You can see the rest of this session here under "Scripter Family".

5 comments:

Jennifer said...

I feel for you!  I'm terrified of flying also for the exact same reason as you...its like a waiting game for gravity to do what gravity does.  If its any consolation at all, even though I hate it I fly about once a year because its just more convenient, so at least after my first flight I kept doing it, a few hours of near heart-exploding heart attack is more convenient than a 14 hour drive.  Just in case you are also claustrophobic I will warn you (since no one bothered to warn me) that those planes are CRAMPED inside.  As soon as I sit in my seat I burst into tears and try not to hyperventilate.  Every.  Time.  Its a good thing I have no shame & don't care if other passengers see me sobbing in the fetal postion.  While the plane is still on the ground.

I did read once you are more likely to fall out of bed in your sleep and hit your head & die than to die in a plane crash.  I try to remember that...and if all else fails, a doctor can prescribe you something for anxiety...or you could just take a tylonol pm.  Good luck & if you figure out those instructions on how you can use your seat as a floatation device, please let me know.  I still can't figure out how that is supposed to work.

brandipriester said...

That is just pitiful sounding. I can just picture you curled up in the seat crying. I hope you don't have to fly often.

I'll investigate the seat as floatation device situation and thanks for the advice!

Rebecca said...

I LOVE the pics,You really wereable to capture Addisen's personality.Thank You so very much Brandi.

Anonymous said...

LOVE the peek-a-boo pics and the "marching",It reminds me of a phase that a dear friend who recently passed away would state after every meeting for service,He would exclaim "TO THE WORK"!

HaleyBeth ;) Addies big sister said...

I love these pics!!!! They turned out soooo good!!! Even mine!!! HAHA!!! Thank you, Brandi!!!!

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