Wednesday, December 30, 2015

I Want To Fly Like An Eagle

Before I delve into my totally reasonable response to air travel, something completely different. About three months ago, my daughter did a Kickstarter for a new social media idea, Xirkl. If you haven’t checked it out, please do. I might be a little prejudiced but I think she did a good job. Quite a few other people did as well; she hit the magic fundraising number and has spent the past couple of months working with many smart people to get it ready. The Kickstarter supporters got first dibs on their names and now…it’s your turn! Go here and get yourself the name of your choosing, five letters or more, for ABSOLUTELY NO MONEY! FREE! GRATIS! I CAN’T THINK OF ANY OTHER WORDS FOR IT! Think about it; for once, you could have a name on social media like “Thomas” not “Thomas1042”

GO DO THIS RIGHT NOW! And then come back and I’ll tell you about my relationship with flight.

"You know that being afraid of flying is completely irrational, right?"

If you're in my life, you've told me this. Friends, family, loved ones, the guy at the broccoli stand at the farmer's market, you've taken the time to tell me I'm nuts.

I'm well aware you feel that way. But let me explain the truth and then you will understand that is not me who is irrational, but YOU! You, flyers, you are the foolish ones! You will join we enlightened few who get nauseated at the smell of jet fuel and the thought of an Adam Sandler movie on a small screen!

Flying in an airplane is much safer than driving in a car.

Everyone begins with this one. Everyone. And yes, statistically, the thing on the ground is far more likely to kill you than the thing in the sky. But most people spend far more time in a car than an airplane so it has greater chances of being the thing that kills you. Also, you know what cars have? Fender-benders. Scrapes. Things I believe what the insurance industry refers to as “Whoopsies.”  Because when the driver makes a small mistake or the car has an off day, it doesn’t then PLUMMET MILES TO EARTH. I speak from some experience having been in no fewer than five car accidents where the car was totaled.

(All but one of these, I was a passenger, You might want to let me drive.)

The worst of my accidents was on the freeway, involving a lawn chair flying off an RV, caroming under our wheels, causing us to spin out, hitting the center divider six times and ending up facing oncoming traffic. I was cut from the car. I did not feel well but felt considerably better than if all of this had happened MILES IN THE AIR and no, I have no idea how in the plane version of this accident a lawn chair gets miles into the air.

For a while my mantra on planes was “Naomi Campbell” because, well, she flew all the time for decades – even on those mechanized mosquitos which take you to tiny expensive Caribbean islands – and not only is she not dead, she has a Russian oligarch billionaire boyfriend. I don’t know why that last bit mattered but it gave me some comfort. Statistically, if flying is going to kill someone, it should have gotten Naomi Campbell long before me.

But this only works until I realize we’re MILES IN THE AIR IN A TUBE FLOUTING PHYSICAL LAWS I DO NOT UNDERSTAND.  Which is when I have a drink and settle into my favorite in-flight isometric exercise: not screaming.

But while flying to Italy, I cannot drink to the point of indifference because I will be with the kid and her lovely fellow students, and starting this adventure reeking of vodka and nap-drooling will, I fear, set the wrong tone. Neither can I scream quietly and clutch strangers while mumbling “I take refuge in Naomi!” because I believe that would do my daughter permanent social harm. Which leads me to the most recent person to tell me I’m a lunatic: my hypnotherapist.


I love hypnosis, as I’m ridiculously susceptible. It’s like a controlled nap. I’m listening to the tape and I hear her tell me to start counting backwards from ten and the next thing I hear is “Three, two, one. You feel awake and refreshed.” And I do! Of course, a half hour has passed and I have no idea what my post-hypnotic suggestion is. I choose to believe it’s what we discussed in the meeting, that I will be calm and happy on the flight. She could, however, be encouraging me to find my inner Naomi by deciding a stranger on the flight is my assistant and throwing a phone at her head. With mere days left until we travel, my only prayer is that my version of Naomi combines her airborne sangfroid with my lousy pitching arm.

6 Comments:

Blogger Brad Edmondson said...

You're one of my favorite FB correspondents and now I see you're even better when you stretch out. Just bought "Notes from Underwire" (used). Keep going!

6:16 AM  
Anonymous Autumn said...

Lawn chair. Terrifying and yet so LA.
I feel guilty for laughing.

9:42 AM  
Blogger Marianne Arensmeyer said...

Quinn, just let me say that as a professional mechanical engineer of 25+ years...
you are absolutely correct.
I hate flying. HATE. HATE. HATE.
I have had the added advantage of studying cases of "what the Hell happened" when I've taken CE courses for Lean Six Sigma and Total Quality Control and for some reason, the instructors ALWAYS want our case studies to be an instance where some tiny little $3 do-dad caused the entire plane to fly apart. I know, I'm not helping.
But I WILL say that most of the instances of spontaneous come-aparts happen on small, private planes and not the big commercial, frequently checked and certified planes.
Also? Xanax.
I'm not a huge fan of pharmaceutical solutions...but this is the one I use when I fly. Low dose...mellows you out for 2-4 hours and you don't get that annoying slurring and drooling that you do with vodka. Not that I'm knocking vodka.

10:02 AM  
Anonymous Gary Laskin said...

Quinn .... Get on the airplane ...close your eyes ... envision yourself on a big Cruise ship. As Gabrielle would do .... Move ahead and act like a so called adult .... lol

4:16 PM  
Blogger LPC said...

As has been noted, Xanax. Seriously. Just make sure you take a low dose. High doses cause the confession of secrets to strangers, which can become problematic.

5:19 PM  
Anonymous K. said...

Quinn, I am so excited you're back blogging! Every so often I take a spin around your archives and am super excited for new things to read! :)

5:41 PM  

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