September 19, 2006

• Airplane

  Tomorrow I get on an airplane and fly to Texas.

  I really hate flying. Really, *really* hate flying. But fly I shall.

  Part of my deal is that I have to hold a bunch of dialogues in my head. I have to rehearse stuff, beforehand, that I might encounter. As in, I have to walk through it and actually say, aloud, stuff I might have to end up saying to someone in a stressful situation. I can't simply imagine contingencies, I basically have to become a screenwriter for the movie that will be my flight. And then I have to produce that movie, complete with rehearsals and walk-throughs.

  This isn't just for flying; this is for most of life that involves other people. It's a lot of stress.

  But going to the airport and doing the airlines check-in and the standing in line and being around people and with flourescent lights and noisy announcements and those electric cars whizzing by... It's extra stress, and I anticipate it'll take me a day in TX to recover enough to act like one of you Earth humans.

  So right now it's ten-til-eleven PM, and I have to get up at about 3 AM so my housemate can take me and also get to work. The flight leaves at 6:30. I doubt I'll sleep.

  The other flight I could have gotten left at something like 8pm and got in at 1am. I doubt my parents would be happy with coming to get me then.

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