There’s a lot of things I hope I never have to do.  Writing this post has made me think about all of them and now that I’m depressed as hell I guess I’ll announce the winner.  It’s something I think about every time I get on an airplane which is: I hope to god this thing doesn’t crash. 

You see, I have a fear of flying.  It’s not bad enough to prevent me from going places but it is bad enough to get me to the airport at least two hours before a flight so I have time to get tanked in the bar before boarding the plane.  The thought of getting in a plane crash scares the crap out of me.  But the weird thing is that I’m not afraid of dying in a plane crash.  Dying I can handle.  If my Catholic upbringing taught me anything it’s the fact that there is an afterlife and whatever that means exactly it sure is hell better than life on earth.  So no, dying in a plane crash is not my big fear. 

It’s surviving a plane crash I’m afraid of.  It’s the one thing I hope I never have to do.  All those people who Captain Sully saved by landing that airplane in the Hudson River?  I’d hate to be one of them!  Sorry Captain Sully but it’s true.  Being on a plane that is about to go down has got to be the most frightening things in the world and living with the memory of that fear is something I’d have a problem with. 

To counteract my fear of getting in a plane crash I always remind myself that the chances of such a that happening are slim.  And the chances of even surviving one is even more slim.  Which does make me question my fear.  Not because it’s irrational but because maybe surviving a plane crash wouldn’t be so bad after all?  I mean the chances of it ever happening again would be nil right?  Nah!  I sill hope it’s something I never have to do.  But sitting next to a plane crash survivor on my next flight sure does sound like a good idea!