My flight to Seattle is booked. I leave Monday at 8:45 pm. I have one layover at LAX and another at SFO then arrive in Seattle around 11 am. Cue the neuroses.
What if I get delayed and miss one of my connections. It happened on my way here. Now there's twice as much potential for things to go wrong with two layovers. It’s already known they over book the flights.What if I can’t even get on the flight leaving Honolulu and I get stuck here, left to suffer in limbo, always trying to get home but never able to find my way off this isolated rock in the middle of the Pacific.
Or it could be that I get on the plane and the same thing happens as last time. I’m waiting for take off when all of the sudden I get overwhelmed with a crushing bout of anxiety, shaking so much the flight attendants are called in even though there is nothing they could possible do to help alleviate the situation, so they only make things worse. In my panic what if I grab too many trazadone and then after all my efforts to stay alive til I got back home I’m loaded off the plane directly into a wooden box.
Maybe it’s not just me who’s doomed, maybe it’s everyone. Quietly sipping on a miniature glass of ginger ale when suddenly there’s a smell of smoke, the sound of creaking metal and then without warning the entire cabin splits in two as we all fall to our watery grave.
That seems a little extreme I’ll admit. But the most concerning thing right now has nothing to do with the flight or the plane. What do I do if I get back home to find that it was all just some dream world in my head and that no one really wants me to come back. What if they all moved along with their lives and found that things are just easier without having me around. It’s possible all of my excitement is misplaced and all I’m doing is setting myself up for the biggest disappointment.
I don’t know what to do if that turns out to be the truth. More concerning is I don’t know what I’ll do.
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