1. I don’t understand the sounds and motions of the plane – when the plane changes altitude or direction, or the engine gets louder or quieter, or the landing gear is engaged, all of this sounds and feels to me like the plane is about to plummet to the ground.
2. Most people are at their worst when they’re flying, including me. I’m usually stressed out, cranky, and tired. While I consider myself pretty good at hiding my negative emotions, others either aren’t as capable or just don’t even bother, making me even more stressed out, cranky, or tired because I’m an emotional sponge.
3. No matter the size of the plane, you’re always crammed in like sardines – this heightens #2. People push on your seat, they have bad breath, they cough and sneeze in your vicinity, and THERE’S NO ESCAPE!
4. People often clap when the plane lands. It’s hard for me to put into words why this bothers me, but I think it’s because it makes me realize that my fear of flying isn’t as irrational as I’d like to think it is. Afterall, all those people clapping must have thought there was a chance we weren’t going to land safely, hence their relief when we do.
If I could choose any other form of travel, it would be the train. I love the train. The sounds and motions of a train make sense to me. I love the methodical clackity clack of the wheels on the track and the subtle rocking back and forth is lulling. Up until this summer, the train was my very favourite form of transit. Now it’s got some competition – Amelia.