The sensation of the plane going up and your entire body glued to your seat like jelly on bread is spectacularly terrifying. You feel so petrified, yet the fear transforms itself from a monster to a thrill ride. It feels like a flying roller coaster times ten. If someone took a picture of my face, when the plane was lifting in the air, they would pee themselves laughing. Even though fewer crashes happen when the plane is lifting, then the plane is landing, I feel much more scared when the plane is lifting. When the plane is about to land, I feel thrilled. The aura of going up into the air is first frightening, but then later you realize the thrill of the feeling. I hold on to my seat like it was my own life I was protecting. My mother holds my hand since she knows how pathetic I get in moments of fear. Anyway when the voice coming out of the speaker tells everyone that you can unbuckle your seatbelt, I immediately scurry off to the bathroom without another thought. I don’t know why. I feel safe in the bathroom, for some reason. Maybe because the bathroom is the only place which can remind you of home and of the only thing which you also have at home, so when you get in there you can actually breathe. However it seems even worse, when some old man took a dump, forgot to flush and stank up the place Then you can’t breathe. Some I then had to go to another restroom. I took three deep breaths and then tried to pee, usually I couldn’t, but I was just stalling so I wouldn’t have to go back there. So afterwards I took another deep breath and examined the bathroom. I then went put of the bathroom and back to my seat. When I come out of my bathroom, I wish that I was back at home, Hell if there wasn’t an in flight movie, I’d Probably jump right out of the window with no regrets and nothing else to say but “Yipee ya hey!” I then sit down my seat walking through the aisle. The arrangements of the seats always seemed so familiar, still I usually got lost. I’d go the wrong way, trying to remember my seat number and asking the hostess where I came from. It was embarrassing. I then sat down on my seat waiting for something to settle my mind..........
Friday, September 17, 2010
Airplanes - Part 1
I decided to talk about Airplanes, since I'm really scared about em, I'm going on a plane next, next week, since I'm going to China in a six hour flight and it feels good to release all the things I think about it.
The sensation of the plane going up and your entire body glued to your seat like jelly on bread is spectacularly terrifying. You feel so petrified, yet the fear transforms itself from a monster to a thrill ride. It feels like a flying roller coaster times ten. If someone took a picture of my face, when the plane was lifting in the air, they would pee themselves laughing. Even though fewer crashes happen when the plane is lifting, then the plane is landing, I feel much more scared when the plane is lifting. When the plane is about to land, I feel thrilled. The aura of going up into the air is first frightening, but then later you realize the thrill of the feeling. I hold on to my seat like it was my own life I was protecting. My mother holds my hand since she knows how pathetic I get in moments of fear. Anyway when the voice coming out of the speaker tells everyone that you can unbuckle your seatbelt, I immediately scurry off to the bathroom without another thought. I don’t know why. I feel safe in the bathroom, for some reason. Maybe because the bathroom is the only place which can remind you of home and of the only thing which you also have at home, so when you get in there you can actually breathe. However it seems even worse, when some old man took a dump, forgot to flush and stank up the place Then you can’t breathe. Some I then had to go to another restroom. I took three deep breaths and then tried to pee, usually I couldn’t, but I was just stalling so I wouldn’t have to go back there. So afterwards I took another deep breath and examined the bathroom. I then went put of the bathroom and back to my seat. When I come out of my bathroom, I wish that I was back at home, Hell if there wasn’t an in flight movie, I’d Probably jump right out of the window with no regrets and nothing else to say but “Yipee ya hey!” I then sit down my seat walking through the aisle. The arrangements of the seats always seemed so familiar, still I usually got lost. I’d go the wrong way, trying to remember my seat number and asking the hostess where I came from. It was embarrassing. I then sat down on my seat waiting for something to settle my mind..........
The sensation of the plane going up and your entire body glued to your seat like jelly on bread is spectacularly terrifying. You feel so petrified, yet the fear transforms itself from a monster to a thrill ride. It feels like a flying roller coaster times ten. If someone took a picture of my face, when the plane was lifting in the air, they would pee themselves laughing. Even though fewer crashes happen when the plane is lifting, then the plane is landing, I feel much more scared when the plane is lifting. When the plane is about to land, I feel thrilled. The aura of going up into the air is first frightening, but then later you realize the thrill of the feeling. I hold on to my seat like it was my own life I was protecting. My mother holds my hand since she knows how pathetic I get in moments of fear. Anyway when the voice coming out of the speaker tells everyone that you can unbuckle your seatbelt, I immediately scurry off to the bathroom without another thought. I don’t know why. I feel safe in the bathroom, for some reason. Maybe because the bathroom is the only place which can remind you of home and of the only thing which you also have at home, so when you get in there you can actually breathe. However it seems even worse, when some old man took a dump, forgot to flush and stank up the place Then you can’t breathe. Some I then had to go to another restroom. I took three deep breaths and then tried to pee, usually I couldn’t, but I was just stalling so I wouldn’t have to go back there. So afterwards I took another deep breath and examined the bathroom. I then went put of the bathroom and back to my seat. When I come out of my bathroom, I wish that I was back at home, Hell if there wasn’t an in flight movie, I’d Probably jump right out of the window with no regrets and nothing else to say but “Yipee ya hey!” I then sit down my seat walking through the aisle. The arrangements of the seats always seemed so familiar, still I usually got lost. I’d go the wrong way, trying to remember my seat number and asking the hostess where I came from. It was embarrassing. I then sat down on my seat waiting for something to settle my mind..........
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My name Is Ali and Im gonna share my opinions abour things and stuff on this blog.
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This is just a "Hello" and a "Heads Up" introduction.
Some will be memories and other will be opinions.
Some will be funny, some will be scary, some will be sad and some will be stupid, however all of them will be interesting, I hope.
All are true.
This is me, naked.
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