Hello everybody,
Right now I’m sitting in the Atlanta airport at my gate
waiting for my connecting flight to Birmingham and I have a little time so I
figure I would write a little post in the meantime. For starters, I should say
that I’m not a huge fan of flying. Not because I’m afraid of crashing, as the
odds of that are too miniscule to even spend energy worrying about. Rather I hate
flying because I’m with a bunch of strangers in a flying tin cylinder, all
sharing the same oxygen, and packed in like sardines. For tall people like me,
my legs always seem to be cramped even when we’re in the section with more
legroom. To go with that, there’s almost no elbow room to stretch out, so I get
very claustrophobic.
Other than being a bit claustrophobic and being a germaphobe,
I don’t think flying isn’t that bad. It gets you from point A to point B faster
than if you were to travel by car, train or boat. My favorite part of the
flight is always taking off and descending. One, because it means that you’re that
much closer to being OFF of the plane, and also because you get to look at the world
from a completely different point of view than our usual earth-bound view.
Looking down on everything from a bird’s eye view gives you
a different prospective, makes you think about things a little different, at
least it does for me... What I mean is that it really puts things in
prospective, it makes me realize how small we as people really are. You look
down and see trees, roads, buildings, cars, trucks, all these things that
humans think are huge objects are so tiny relative to everything else. We, the
people that occupy this earth, are just specks, barely visible in an airplane. It’s
kind of trippy to think about really… That we are actually so small and everything
else is so big.
(Note: I started this in the airport, but had to finish it
now. I will be posting another blog post soon…)
Thanks for Reading
-RB
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