Facing Your Fears

“Do one thing every day that scares you.”

–  Eleanor Roosevelt


I am terrified of airplanes.

Like, flying is my number one fear of all time. There’s no good reason for that—it’s not like I have some traumatic childhood experience with air travel. In fact, I’ve flown once before, but I was too young to remember anything about it.

In about six hours, I’m going to be 40,000 feet up in the air. On an airplane.

This is confusing for me. I should be freaking out, biting my nails down to the nubs and quaking in my cheap ripoff Sperry’s. And perhaps I will be during the flight itself. But at the end of that flight is the Florida Keys, where I’ll be staying for the next week. Anyone in Boy Scouts is probably familiar with Sea Base, which is where several of my friends and I are headed.

I’m incredibly excited for this.

But, I have to fly on a stupid airplane.

I suppose that’s life, huh? Most people don’t conquer their fears by going out of their way to face them. It’s not like someone with arachnophobia is going to look for a spider nest and stick their hand in it. Likewise, I didn’t look for an airplane in which to stick my body. It’s a required step to travel to a very fun summer camp, and I’m not going to let a simple phobia keep me from that.

I think we all have that moment in life when we have to face our greatest fear, through sheer circumstance. Unless you have some obscure fear such as Anatidaephobia—which, in case you were wondering, is the fear that a duck is always watching you—you’re probably going to have to face that fear of heights or spiders at some point. The alternative to this is to miss out on a fun or important experience simply because you’re scared of something that goes along with it. In my humble opinion, letting fear dictate your decisions is a poor way to live.

But oh, this post doesn’t apply to me in the slightest, you blogging buffoon, some of you—including, I’m guessing, my best friend—utter at your screen. For there’s nothing specific that I’m afraid of.

I’ve heard this countless times.

I’m no psychologist, but I think everyone’s lying.

We all have a number one fear of something. Mine is flying, with bees coming in second and needles, third. Which means if I’m ever attacked by bees and have to be flown to a hospital where they’ll inject me with treatments, I’ll probably ask that you put me out of my misery.

I digress. What I’m trying to say in this last-minute, scattered post is, everyone is afraid of something, and you might as well face it sooner or later, because that’s the only way to conquer fear. You have to understand what you’re afraid of.

Of course, this all falls within reason. If you’re afraid of being crushed to death by a porta-potti, please for the love of God don’t search for the nearest porta-John and drop it upon your own head whilst screaming, “THE CRAZY BLOGGER TOLD ME TO!”

I don’t know if any of this post makes sense. It’s the middle of the night, I’m about to have the best and worst day of my life, and I’m a whole mix of emotions and Dunkin Donuts coffee right now. I’ll certainly post about my trip in detail when I get back.

But for now, wish me luck on that pesky airplane.


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