Me, flying. I'm the guy who thought that "Spash Mountain" was tolerable. Claustrophobia and acrophobia are not a good combination of fears to have while boarding a plane.

My plan has been to not think about it until the last moment, by which time it will be too late to do anything about it, and I'll just have to do it. (For some reason, I find my resolve when I accept that I must do something. Up until that point, though, I waffle so much you could douse me with syrup.) I've already blown my plan by thinking about it now, and I'm starting to worry a bit.

Everyone I've talked to has told me that its no big deal, and I'm sure it isn't. My fear is mostly of the unknown. There's possibly also a smidgen of fear that's related to having my delicate little playworld disrupted: I often have difficulty starting new things. Even though my experience has been that new is often good, I'm still reluctant to change the status quo. I'm still working on that.

I guess sometimes you just have to shake things up and hope it all turns out ok.

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