Every time I read about an aircrash lately, I've been nodding to myself. I don't know what's wrong with me.
I've planned to go to Ireland in September/October and something is holding me back from actually booking the trip. My intuition has always been of a pretty high quality. It's an instinct that's non-comparitive I suppose and completely subjective. I'll give you a few examples:
When I saw this house I'm living in now I knew it was mine even though the vendors reneged on the original deal. I went around for months talking about the house and was totally unsurprised when of their own volition, the vendors contacted me again five months later. Same with Cara in the last few days. I saw her picture and knew she was mine. I could go on, you get the drift.
On the last flight I was on less than a month ago I was in total discomfort at every bounce of turbulence, every landing and takeoff (six in total on a kind of milk run across Canada). I had the thought that I would never fly again if I got out of this one alive.
I've been in that territory before and attended some bio-feedback classes to get a handle on it way back in the eighties.
My logical self knows it's more dangerous to drive my car but also kicks in to tell me that in this age of economic freefall cutbacks are possibly happening in the area of airplane maintenance and shaved back pilot wages. And I'm not even thinking about the alcoholic drug addicts in the control towers.
I kick myself for being so irrational but this isn't helping. I'm stuck in Silly Fartdom.
PS Another update on another airline today: passengers trapped and screaming. Great!
too bad you can't drive yourself and Cara to Ireland. You will figure this out, and ultimately, your desire to go home will outweigh your fears.
ReplyDeleteI've already told myself that I'm not flying again. Not because of the fear of it, but because of the utter discomfort of it. I refuse to put up with it anymore. My daughter lives in the States, but I won't go there. She'll have to come to Europe and see me. I'm at the age where I'm not up to it anymore. I choose to be selfish.
ReplyDeleteI say, "Trust your instincts".
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Oh Marcia:
ReplyDeleteI truly wish I could Cara myself all the way, if there was a ferry to Greenland and then a skip down to Donegal?
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Nora:
ReplyDeleteSince I found Porter I have no more discomfort and when I do Air Transit it is a very reasonable upgrade for the flight to Dublin. So it is not the sardine can thing for me, just the fear of an explosion and a very painful death by fire. Nothing as comforting as drowning.
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Helen:
ReplyDeleteIf you're my BFF Helen, that is great advice considering we were going to meet-up!
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It would be sad to miss a trip to Ireland because of a flight, if it was in the master plan for you to die in your sleep years down the road! Make those plans.
ReplyDeleteMy with grannymar here WWW.... Enjoy yourself in Ireland... Life is too short to worry about things we can not control... :)
ReplyDeleteWell, I certainly think it's more dangerous to drive a car - or go into hospital. But if your instinct is telling you loud and clear not to book the flights, perhaps you should take notice.
ReplyDeleteGM:
ReplyDeleteIt's the agony of getting there KNOWING I'm going to die. Funny but true as to the way I'm feeling right now.
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Nevin:
ReplyDeleteOh if wishing could make it so!
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Nick:
ReplyDeleteI'm with you on this one, I'll wait and see if the phobia, or whatever it is, subsides...
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Hmmm - I missed this one yesterday , we were out for most of the day. My post today is about intuition - I hadn't seen yours until now. :-)
ReplyDeleteDear Silly Fartdom, lol, sorry I know it's not funny as I've struggled with my intuition from time to time... You'll figure it out...
ReplyDeleteT:
ReplyDeleteAnd today's paper has an ex Air Squadron guy on talking about the lack of safety in airlines. Wheeeeee...
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Brighid:
ReplyDeleteI'm not itching it too much, the answer will come, I know it...
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