I Hate Flight; It Is The Worse Experience In My Life

Some people say that flight is really nice. They say it is the safeties and fastest way to get places. It could be true, but for me it is not. My nightmare starts since I have to buy the ticket, or I have received an email from my company telling me that I have to flight some where. For some people the worse part is passing security, for me it is piece of cake. It is the first part of my long suffering. Then the people have to go in the waiting room and here is where my mind goes crazy. I start asking god for clues if I do not have to flight that day, I also think, what about if I rent a car and drive to the place? These are a few thoughts that run over my head in a few minutes. Then after I have reviewed all my possibilities, my only option is get in to the aircraft. Once in there I start breathing deeply, my hands start shaking, even if I have not slept in months my sleep goes away. It is incredible all the things that I think in a few hours. I think in my parents, my friends, my girlfriend, even in my teacher that once told me that the only things that keep us in the air are two motors. The only way that I manage to keep my head cool is looking around and sees that the other passengers are calm reading, watching television, or even playing cards. How can these people do this while I am dying in here? I think. But this entire experience end when the airplane start descending. When the aircraft gets to the ground I thank my god, and I forget about all my toughs.