Friday the 13th...

su.per.sti.tion
noun
-a belief or notion, not based on reason or knowledge, in or of the ominous significance of a particular thing, circumstance, occurrence, proceeding, or the like.
-irrational fear of what is unknown or mysterious

I have an irrational fear of flying. I am 23 years old, have been married for almost four years, and live as an adult daily and yet I’m afraid to do things alone. I am very unsure of myself and I like people around me I like guidance from others who are sure of themselves and surroundings. My fear of flying is irrational because all of my experiences flying have been solo and none of them have been good. Tomorrow something ominous awaits me. I’m not only flying fearfully alone once again, but it’s also FRIDAY the 13TH! Seriously, I mean C’mon! Now for those of you who don’t know me well, I’m not a daydreamer but disappear throughout the day much as one who is might. I’m actually a thinker, a logical, critical thinker. I think all day long. I try to solve elusive problems, I try to make shortcuts, and I try to be creative. I think so hard all day long that I’ve actually been known to convince myself of something being more or less than it seems. This is what I’ve done to myself about flying on Friday the 13th. I’ve convinced myself the world is going to end tomorrow. I watched little snow flakes fall to the ground around 1:00 pm today and all I could think was I hope its clear weather when I fly out tomorrow because the day is already ominous and I don’t need other factors going against me. I’m quite pathetic, I know. It’s 2:34 pm and all I can think about is my stupid little day trip taking place tomorrow. I’m nervous, my stomach is in knots, I feel sick and I’m trying to find a way to weasel out of this. Due to my obsession with thinking, and the amount of time allotted to think daily due to my job responsibilities I’ve turned something I was excited to do into something I’m now terrified to do. Better even yet, I’m not even a superstitious person. Growing up I always loved Friday the 13th and in fact got my first kiss on one of them so very long ago as well. Alas, I’m a complicated soul with a very strong mind, my poor husband.