I’m not much of a flier. In fact, my first flight was only when I was 18 years of age - I even took blanky with me.

However, I was curious back then… so the fear never quite struck me till I was in my early 20’s - Yes, I’m a bit of a pussy when it comes to weird shit like this. Put a clown in front of me, and I swear Ill see red.

Thus now…. its a full blown bloody phobia. I’m presently shitting myself for something that I have yet to worry about. And what makes matters worse, is my bestest best lady friend… just bailed - so now I’m flying solo.

Fair enough, its only to Jozi - and its 3 weeks away. But my dreams have already been infiltrated with disturbing images of merciless in-flight disaster… followed shortly after by a nauseas awakening :0

Clearly I’m cringing for this upcoming trip.

Luckily, I am also attempting to embrace the delight of chilling with my eldest bro in that beachless desert up north.

Urgh… Ive even had my fair shared of tranqs - be it sleeping meds, calming meds, or all-out numbness meds - so I should easily be able to handle this flight (I mean for fucks sake, its 2 hours?! I have done 12 and 14 hour flights without even a case of whiskey in me)… It must be done. It will be done. I cannot wait for it to be done. Valium here i come. haha

Fuck… I cant quite understand why I dislike it so much - besides the obvious fact that I have no way of saving my own bloody life. Give me my own exit, a parachute thats guaranteed to open, and a safe landing zone… and I’m pretty sure this phobia will relinquish itself from my compulsive mind.

Pilot/Plane technicians - Be fucking awesome.

Craig loves life too much.