Statistically speaking, flying is the safest way to travel.* Despite this, I am terrified of flying. It panics me. It makes me scared. I can't look out the windows, because that just amplifies the terror. All I can do is clutch the armrest and wait for the flight to end as soon as humanly possible.
"But Austin, flying is the safest way to travel!"
I know! But that rational thought does nothing for my irrational phobia.
"Mind over matter" only matters when everything is over.
Wish me luck for my flight tomorrow. I'm sure I won't need it, but I'll feel like I do.
* While flight by aero-plane has been meticulously studied, statistics for flight by jetpack, nauseous gas, helium-filled balloons, and magic are slim at best. Thanks to Icarus, however, we have arrived at the "Waxy Chance," the common nickname for the well established 50% survival rate for flight by homemade wings.
[-1 days until my birthday]
[1 day until the trip]
[2 days until brother'sbirthday]
[5 days until the Ward Christmas party]
[13 days until Christmas]
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