For those of you who don’t know, I love traveling and have been traveling since the age of five. I’m not a frequent flyer but have plenty of experience flying alone. I’m also not scared of heights or anything, the only thing that keeps me from traveling is money (apparently…) and that I don’t have enough day offs (also very obvious…) Recently I went to London and Bern to visit some dear friends, and while getting on the plane I had quite a few thoughts as a non-nervous flyer:
- If there’s an accident, I’ll die. Alone.
Dying sounds horrible, even more so when you’re alone. What if everyone’s texting or hugging their loved ones next to them in the last minutes of life and I’m just… there. watching.
- But air travel is safer than car travel. I’ll be fine.
Yeah, stats have proven that. I’m okay.
- But if the plane really crashes, I’m very likely to die.
Thoughts go back to no. 2.
- I hope I don’t sit next to a big stinky person.
I’m sure you can understand. I used to take busses to travel in-state. Those seats on the coaches weren’t assigned so people just took whichever, and usually they weren’t very full. But I’ll never forget that one time, right after thanksgiving, when a really big old man chose to sit next to me probably because I was the smallest person there. Oh boy, the whole ride I only had half of my butt hanging on the one third of the seat, and he elbowed me every time he moved. What’s worse, he wouldn’t stop talking to me. Ticket was expensive too due to the time of the year. Not cool.
- I’m praying that I sit next to a handsome young guy.
I wouldn’t mind if a handsome guy accompanies and talks to me the entire time. Just saying. I’m usually not that lucky.
- How am I going to put my carry-on in the overhead storage without looking stupid? (I’m 5’1″kinda petite.)
There’d better be a nice flight attendant to help, or no one around so they won’t see my struggle. Do you even lift?
- Still wish I was a couple inches taller so I could be a flight attendant.
K they might not hire me anyways but I don’t even have a chance now. Sad face.
- What are they gonna feed me?
I remember as a kid I would have cheese, jello and chips. Now they feed me dry chicken and overcooked veggies.
- I hope no one has middle east respiratory syndrome here.
I panic when someone starts coughing or sneezing. Just think about the recycled air in the cabin.
- I’m so blessed and fortunate. In all ways.
I wish I felt like this every day.