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savvyliterateI'm scared of airplanes.
Those who were with me during my move from Selma to Bristol and when I flew out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ely_chan and thelongpig's wedding last year remember this.
Julia and Ammon's wedding was the first plane trip I had gone on since 9/11. Then again, I was convinced we were going to die on the plane trip I had taken in February 2001, and that was seven months before 9/11 occured. Maybe my fears were jumping into gear ahead of schedule. That's probably the only part of me who does procrastinate.
FRIDAY MORNING - 7:30 a.m.
BODY: "Megan, time to get up!"
ME: Go away. ::snore::
KITTIES: "Mommy! FEED ME!"
ME: Go away. ::snore::
BRAIN: "You're flying on an airplane tomorrow."
ME: AAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!
Okay, so I have been reassured by many sources that I will not die enroute from Knoxville, Tenn. to Portland, Maine (via Dulles). I have been told that I will live a very long life. After all, the Death Clock tells me that I will pass away in June 2068 - 64 years from now.
Plus, I get nagged to no end by otherworldy sources regarding this.
Still, I'm afraid that one day God will realize he made a mistake.
GOD: "Hey, Peter. You know that model uh...1980-2-28-223-Female?
ST. PETER: "The one dropped off in Montgomery, Ala., right?"
GOD: "Yeah, got a critical error there. Recall her. She needs a tune up."
ST. PETER: "God, she's not due for another..."
GOD: "Just issue the damn recall, okay?"
So, I decided that just in case God does decide I need recalling, I better leave something undone. You know, just to prove that I have things remaining to do on Earth and we can put off the retuning for a little while longer - at least until 2060 perhaps.
Now, whenever I go on a plane trip, I make sure something is left to do - I've scheduled an interview, I need to finish writing a story, the stack of manga books on my desk - something that only I can do and not someone else. Maybe it's being superstitious. Okay, it's being very superstitious. But it makes me feel better.
Those who were with me during my move from Selma to Bristol and when I flew out to
ely_chan and thelongpig's wedding last year remember this.Julia and Ammon's wedding was the first plane trip I had gone on since 9/11. Then again, I was convinced we were going to die on the plane trip I had taken in February 2001, and that was seven months before 9/11 occured. Maybe my fears were jumping into gear ahead of schedule. That's probably the only part of me who does procrastinate.
FRIDAY MORNING - 7:30 a.m.
BODY: "Megan, time to get up!"
ME: Go away. ::snore::
KITTIES: "Mommy! FEED ME!"
ME: Go away. ::snore::
BRAIN: "You're flying on an airplane tomorrow."
ME: AAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!
Okay, so I have been reassured by many sources that I will not die enroute from Knoxville, Tenn. to Portland, Maine (via Dulles). I have been told that I will live a very long life. After all, the Death Clock tells me that I will pass away in June 2068 - 64 years from now.
Plus, I get nagged to no end by otherworldy sources regarding this.
Still, I'm afraid that one day God will realize he made a mistake.
GOD: "Hey, Peter. You know that model uh...1980-2-28-223-Female?
ST. PETER: "The one dropped off in Montgomery, Ala., right?"
GOD: "Yeah, got a critical error there. Recall her. She needs a tune up."
ST. PETER: "God, she's not due for another..."
GOD: "Just issue the damn recall, okay?"
So, I decided that just in case God does decide I need recalling, I better leave something undone. You know, just to prove that I have things remaining to do on Earth and we can put off the retuning for a little while longer - at least until 2060 perhaps.
Now, whenever I go on a plane trip, I make sure something is left to do - I've scheduled an interview, I need to finish writing a story, the stack of manga books on my desk - something that only I can do and not someone else. Maybe it's being superstitious. Okay, it's being very superstitious. But it makes me feel better.
