Some of my long time blog friends know my position on death. I’m not a fan. In fact, I don’t really believe in it at all. At least for myself. I have long been of the belief that if an opportunity to be dead presents itself to me I will just flat out refuse to do it. I believe that by sheer will I just won’t die regardless of disease, accident, or age. But now I have a bit of a quandry.
I recently started a job that requires me to fly places occasionally. I’ve rarely flown in my life, and now it appears I will be doing so at least a few times a year. Back to my beliefs about death. Like I said, I don’t believe that I will die, but unfortunately I’m not able to be completely delusional in this regard. The flying is a problem because as immortal as I’d like to believe I am, I think that if I were to drop from 35,000 feet in the air I would hit the ground as hard as anyone else. Maybe a little harder, because after all, I’m Phil.
So, here I sit in the airport as I type this, preparing to board my flight. My goal is to blog at the next airport in about 3 hours and then upon my arrival at my final destination. (yes, the choice of the phrase ‘final destination’ was not a coincidence) If you see no further posts after this, then you and I will know that it’s definitely not a good idea to tempt fate like this. Or at least not a good idea to blog about fate. I hope the Charlotte airport has wifi access and I hope Fate has a sense of humor…
phil! it’s been 12 hours! where are you? ack! tell us you’re ok!
you don’t call or write….keeping me waiting like this is going to kill our cyber affair.
Sounds like you’re not a fan of flying…But then who is. I’d rather keep my feet on the ground, but since I like to travel – I make sacrifices..
Sarah! Don’t worry, I made it. >>McKay- I didn’t know we were having an affair, but if we are I’d better start writing and call more.>>saffyre- Welcome to The Phil Factor! It’s nice to meet you.
i love to travel and while flying is more of an annoyance than entertainment, i don’t mind it. i figure if it’s my time…>>glad it wasn’t yours!
You’re much more likely to be asked if you want to die in your car on the way to the airport than in the plane itself…>>Just sayin’