Fear of Flying

I am frightened of flying. Well, to be more accurate, I am frightened of the fear of crashing.

Let me explain what I mean. I am scared of that inevitable knowledge that I, and the people I love, are going to die.

Hmm, that still doesn’t make much sense.

I am scared (that should I be on a plane which is crashing) that I would know that the plane was crashing, and I would know that we are all going to die, and the terror of that moment seems incomprehensibly huge to me, and so that is what I mean by “I have a fear of flying”

So, I have to do quite a lot of alcohol distraction of my brain, and this usually means listening to comedy on my i-pod or reading the inflight magazine (which, by the way, is always SHIT). I also have to sit by the window. This always comes as a surprise to fellow Aviophobics. (Which is, according to this site, the proper name for my fear – incidentally there are some amazing phobias on that list, you could waste away a good couple of hours looking at them and wondering how someone could suffer from Deipnophobia, the Fear of Dinner Conversations – although I suppose the answer in that lies to how racist/homophobic/generally objectionable your guests are)

On the last flight I took, however, we were travelling in a wardrobe with wings.

Yes. Get comfy. What? You're not legless? *cough* I mean, without legs? Ah well, never mind only 4 hours to go

I didn’t get a chance to grab my i-pod or a book before the hand luggage was stowed in the overhead compartments and the inflight magazine was actually missing and was replaced with one of those TERRORSHEETS which has cutesy cartoons of hapless passengers “bracing” (kissing their arses goodbye) and taking fun slides down a bouncy castle into the icy cold, shark infested waters of the uncaring ocean. This flight also had to make a re-fueling stop – which meant TWO take offs and TWO landings, and I read somewhere that take off is when the plane is at it’s most vulnerable, and I know I shouldn’t read this sort of stuff, but I do and also if you, dear reader, are frightened of flying I have also put this thought into your head, and for that…I am deeply sorry. *breathes into paper bag*

ANYWAY.

This was also the flight where alcohol just made me feel “bleurgh”, rather than slightly more “I don’t give a small shit”. I expect you’re wondering how I manage to get alcohol on board in a drinkable form..ah well. The answer lies in the duty free shop vodka combined with a bottle of orange juice from WH Smith, a trip to the ladies, and some unseemly “I AM NOT TAKING DRUGS IN HERE MERELY POURING VODKA INTO AN ORANGE JUICE CONTAINER” encounters with cleaning personnel.

So, I sat, in an unwilling yoga type position with no way to distract my ever-chatting-dire-consequences brain. I did have my camera stuffed into my pocket, so I decided to take some pictures.

Taken from the runway at Thessalonika Airport (re-fueling)

Cloud Monster with wing tip

and my favourite..

Yeah. Loads and loads of clouds. That won't affect the tu-ur-bu-LENCE at all.

After the flight lands and we’re all safe, there looms on the horizon my second biggest fear – CustomQueueOPhobia (the fear – often realised – of a bloody ginormous queue of sheep robots people holding passports and looking pissed off) and that is shortly followed by ConveyorPhobia (The fear that your suitcase will not appear on the luggage carousel forcing you to make a claim at the “Baggage Lost” booth. I’ve been there. I’ve had the fear realised. I lost a bag that contained my GHD’s and all of my make-up, bar the lipstick I had smuggled onto the flight. I cried like an orphan. An orphan who hasn’t even got a SHOE. not one single shoe.)

I’ve realised while writing this post that my aviophobia is actually nothing but the old cliche of  “nothing to fear, but fear itself”

Still…flying? We’re not meant to be UP THERE FFS, also…YEAH! I’m scared of fear you stupid bastard. Fear is scary.

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Posted on 08/25/2011, in Bad Times, General Bumpf and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. I hate hate hate flying so thanks for the whole ‘you’re most likely to die during take off’ thing – that is actually when I am at my most pant-wettingly scared.
    Also perhaps why I am going to Wales camping on holiday.
    (lovely photos btw).

    • SHIT!
      You were the person I was *breaths into paper bag* thinking of…it’s only STATISTICS FFS.
      Fear of camping is called “Tentophobia”
      just sayin’

  2. its not so much the going up part that scares me its the ,coming down in a fiery ball of flames over shark infested water, that has me scrabbling for the tylonel pm and bloody mary as soon as the cart service is avaliable. I dislike boats/ships because they sink…in shark infested water….I reaally don’t like water that is infested with sharks period.

  3. You should be ashamed. SOME of us can’t afford to go on holiday and would happily risk dying in a fiery ball of plane bits or being eaten by sharks just for a taste of forrin climes. THINK YOURSELF LUCKY.

    #pregnantandirrational

  4. Mmmm, pouring duty free into Boots/WHSmith orange juice.

    It’s shame neither of those places sells tonic…

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