I've never really been afraid of flying, of something going wrong and crashing. Even after 9/11, when I was living in ATL and flying back and forth every month or so, I wasn't scared anythign would happen.
Now, for some reason, I'm feeling some serious anxiety about going with Taryn. Like if something happens and I can't protect her...
But the chances of dying in a plane crash are close to the chances of getting struck by lightening.
I guess I shouldn't worry so much.
More Than You Need to Know
- Aletta C
- Northern California, United States
- I prefer wine over beer and martinis over wine. Love tattoos and plotting out my next one. I have two adorable mutts, a perpetually-purring older cat and six fish, five named "Nemo" by Kid 1. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, so I quit going to school after my BA. I like cleaning but hate cooking, unless it involves wine, but I always prefer to be cooked for. Love my family, my small circle of friends, and my job. And I'm a blog stalker .... I can't help it. Too shy to post a comment, but I'm fascinated by people.
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Just thought I'd say hi as I'm trying to visit and comment on as many of the NaBloPoMo blogs as I can. :)
I haven't ever really been afraid of flying myself; I remember the first time that I was on a plane my aunt was trying to scare me with the "bag" and the irony is that she almost had to use it herself; I was fine the whole way. :)
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