The prospect of flying again does not scare me at all. I was slightly afraid the first time I flew (which was to - hah! - NYC), because I had no idea wether I'd have phobia or not. As it turned out, not, and i've flown to Glasgow with friggin Ryanair since then, and slept through what I later heard was horrible turbulence. (Huh; Theme much? Same thing happened on the way back from NYC.)
Anyway, as I was saying, I have no fear of flying. And I still don't, despite the events of Tuesday.
Am I insane?
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Cars, however, scare the hell out of me. They seem like huge weapons to me.
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*nodnod* And when I'm the potential 'victim', I don't care that much ("Hey, what the fukc, I'm Queen Of the Universe, I can't get hit by a friggin car, that'd be blasphemy!"), but driving them makes me freak. ("Argh! Mortals! In my way!")
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