I am not meant to fly

Man was not created with wings, thus, he was not meant to fly. I hate flying. I don’t like airports. I don’t like airplanes. I don’t like airline employees. I do not like to fly. And it’s not that I’m afraid of flying. I’m not worried about crashing or anything like that. I just don’t like everything else associated with flying.

I do not like checking my luggage. I do not like packing to fly even. I do not like hauling a carry-on all over tarnation in the airport. Bathroom stalls in airports were not created for people who travel alone and have to keep their luggage with them at all times. Those stalls are not big enough.

I really do not like having to travel on someone else’s schedule. I’ve been stressed since yesterday about being on time for my flight tonight. That is two whole days of stress about getting to the airport. That’s insane.

I’ve had a bad knee for almost 11 years now, and there is never enough leg room for my leg to stretch out and it hurts most of the flight. It’s going to be especially bad this year because I think I was sewing too much or something and my knee already bothers me.

I don’t like having to sit on a plane with so many other people. On a flight early this year I thought I was going to throw up, not from the turbulence, but because someone near me was chewing gum and someone else was wearing too much perfume and the smells were making me sick.

I love to travel. I love going to new places. I love getting away for a few days. I just wish I didn’t have to fly there. Taking a bus isn’t fun either, but that’s a whole other story. I’d much rather drive. So if I do fly somewhere, it’s because that place or those people meant a lot to me. Just keep that in mind.