Flying is just not for me.
I think it’s really cool that we’ve advanced as a race to the point where we can zip around the globe at 30,000 ft.
I can appreciate how awesome that is and how convenient it makes travel, but I simply don’t like to fly. It’s not even because I’m scared or anything. As intimidating as it could be up in the clouds like that, flying is still the safest mode of travel, or so I’ve heard. The main problem I have with flying is the uncomfortableness of it all. It starts at the airport terminal. The temperature is always freezing cold. No amount of practical explanations can get me over the fact. I’m sure it’s great that the cold is fighting airborne illnesses in a place where they can be introduced from faraway places, but that still doesn’t make me any less freezing cold and uncomfortable. Once I step on the plane, the situation does not improve. The air on a plane is always very dry and it starts messing with my sinuses very quickly. I wonder what the harm would be in using a humidifier? Surely it would not cause complications that would cause the plane to crash? I’ve had fellow passengers get quite concerned over my inevitable nosebleed. Some people are already queasy on a plane, they don’t need to see blood. In the end I always longed for the comfort of my hotel room and being able to set whatever temperature I walked on the HVAC system. Even if I end up catching a bug from the plane trip, which I often do, at least I get to try and fight it off in a comfortable hotel room.