flying machines in pieces on the ground.

I am flying to England on Monday night to visit my boyfriend for a month.

I'm terrified.

I fly all the time, and yet, I hate it. Ativan will be in order. I have this fear of the moment that you know you are going to die. Has anyone ever seen 'Before Sunrise' (fantastic and beautiful movie, though 'Before Sunset' was even better). The heroine, Celine, says something in it that has always struck me:

I think I'm afraid of death 24 hours a day. I swear. That's why I'm in a train right now. I could have flown to Paris but I'm too scared. I can't help, I can't help it. I know the statistics say, na na na its safer whatever. When I'm in a plane, I can see it. I can see the explosion, I can see me falling through the clouds. And I'm so scared of those few seconds of consciousness before you're going to die. You know, when you know for sure you're going to die. I can't stop thinking that way. Its exhausting. Really exhausting.

What are your fears, flist?