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I'm excited about this weekend! Leah and I will be flying into Vegas and driving to California to climb Mt. Whitney. I've been needing this long enough.
The mountain is one thing; I know that will be enjoyable. Pleasure in a place like that is unavoidable. But another thing I'm looking forward to is the feeling that I get when I sit down on an aiplane.
I have a lot of responsibilities in my life. A lot of things I need to constantly pay attention to and be aware of else I lose my job, my apartment, my girlfriend, my truck, my life. From the moment when my alarm clock buzzes in the morning to the moment I lay down in bed at night, I am relentlessly supervising, feeding, abating, and conditioning these responsibilities. Now, I don't complain, becuase nearly everything that I do, I do for my benefit. But it can be draining to always be monitering my installers at work, keeping my truck between the lines and missing as many cars as I can, answering phones, grocery shopping, running, and cleaning. Even taking the dog out to "go potty".
What I love about airplanes is that there is literally nothing you are accountable for except following a few simple safety rules (like wearing a seat belt and not saying the word "bomb") once you are aboard. After the chaos of "getting to the church ontime" and catching the plane, it is a figurative dip in a jacuzzi to sit down in the semi-comfortable moderately safe and tacky-designed seat that corresponds with the number-letter combination on that ticket you worked so hard and paid so much for. It's a back masage. An afternoon nap. A trip back into the protective and supplimentive warmth of the womb! From the moment that plane taxis down the runway, you are no longer responsible for anything! You must turn your cell phone off! No work! No drama or issues! No emails! There is no gym on the jet, therefore no pressure or obligation or even possibility of working out! Worried about your diet? You can't be on a plane! You're not even responsible for your own life! You get to let somebody ELSE assume that role! Isn't it wonderful? It's like having parents again! Like being in day-care! Elementary school! An old folks' home! Either way, you're no longer in charge of your safety, well-being, health, or life!
What a lovely feeling that your most difficult decision for the duration of the flight may be Coke or Sprite? Nap or reading? Look out the window or look around the cabin?
Even if it's just a two-hour flight, I still love the release from the stresses and tention of life! It's a reward. A pat on the back. An 'AT-A-BOY! You've just earned release from all thought-processes in general.
I am not saying that I cannot manage the stresses and obligations of my life - I appreciate them. I like that everything I do is directly or indirectly reflected back on me in how successful and happy I am in life. I like that I am in charge of building my own story. These flights are just like the page-break in my novel. The intermission in my life. The mentally orgasmic release from effort.
Can't wait!
The mountain is one thing; I know that will be enjoyable. Pleasure in a place like that is unavoidable. But another thing I'm looking forward to is the feeling that I get when I sit down on an aiplane.
I have a lot of responsibilities in my life. A lot of things I need to constantly pay attention to and be aware of else I lose my job, my apartment, my girlfriend, my truck, my life. From the moment when my alarm clock buzzes in the morning to the moment I lay down in bed at night, I am relentlessly supervising, feeding, abating, and conditioning these responsibilities. Now, I don't complain, becuase nearly everything that I do, I do for my benefit. But it can be draining to always be monitering my installers at work, keeping my truck between the lines and missing as many cars as I can, answering phones, grocery shopping, running, and cleaning. Even taking the dog out to "go potty".
What I love about airplanes is that there is literally nothing you are accountable for except following a few simple safety rules (like wearing a seat belt and not saying the word "bomb") once you are aboard. After the chaos of "getting to the church ontime" and catching the plane, it is a figurative dip in a jacuzzi to sit down in the semi-comfortable moderately safe and tacky-designed seat that corresponds with the number-letter combination on that ticket you worked so hard and paid so much for. It's a back masage. An afternoon nap. A trip back into the protective and supplimentive warmth of the womb! From the moment that plane taxis down the runway, you are no longer responsible for anything! You must turn your cell phone off! No work! No drama or issues! No emails! There is no gym on the jet, therefore no pressure or obligation or even possibility of working out! Worried about your diet? You can't be on a plane! You're not even responsible for your own life! You get to let somebody ELSE assume that role! Isn't it wonderful? It's like having parents again! Like being in day-care! Elementary school! An old folks' home! Either way, you're no longer in charge of your safety, well-being, health, or life!
What a lovely feeling that your most difficult decision for the duration of the flight may be Coke or Sprite? Nap or reading? Look out the window or look around the cabin?
Even if it's just a two-hour flight, I still love the release from the stresses and tention of life! It's a reward. A pat on the back. An 'AT-A-BOY! You've just earned release from all thought-processes in general.
I am not saying that I cannot manage the stresses and obligations of my life - I appreciate them. I like that everything I do is directly or indirectly reflected back on me in how successful and happy I am in life. I like that I am in charge of building my own story. These flights are just like the page-break in my novel. The intermission in my life. The mentally orgasmic release from effort.
Can't wait!