When I was still an adolescent I had this grandiose and romanticized view of flying in airplanes. Just the sheer idea of flying is exciting enough for an 11 year old. You hop in the car with mom and dad and a bunch of your stuff in big bags and drive to some big glass building with lots of people and noises and announcements and all of a sudden you're on a huge winged beast hurtling over the earth thousands of feet in the air to some far away land that usually had palm trees and large mascot like characters.
They say as you get older you gain a certain perspective or wisdom about things.
Flying fucking sucks.
I am currently hanging out in the Gate 7 "lounge" on my computer surrounded by what appears to be a group of equally disinterested and disconcerted people, trying to busy themselves with whatever electronic device they have (for instance there's some kid a few seats down to me with an ipad...this is matt's raging jealous heart). To make matters worse, at least for this traveler, on my past recent bouts with flying I've endured some mind numbingly painful sinus migraines that have brought me to the brink of my pain threshold. For this trip I have armed myself with afrin and some type of hardcore headache medicine to hopefully thwart these vomit inducing skull fucks of head aches i've had. To boot, its 12:03 and my flight doesn't leave until 1:20...
On an up note, when the flight reaches its destination it will have plopped me into Phoenix where a couple of certain friends happen to reside. Even though now I'm wrought with angst over this pending potential airborne fiasco I'm pretty sure that the end result will be well worth any pain endured or fluids lost.