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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel
i loathe flying.
i loathe airports, i loathe planes, i loathe taking off and landing, and i loathe the sadistically closely-packed horrifically uncomfortable bum-numbing instruments of torture that they try to pass off as "seats". i loathe the fact that although the "arrive 3 hours early, supposedly for security reasons, but really so we can make you wait around for two hours and 50 minutes at LEAST" rule makes it materially pretty much impossible to miss your flight unless you actually go out of your way to miss it on purpose, i STILL worry about this starting hours in advance. i loathe the fact that despite travelling with a book and usually more than one, i am usually too distracted / worried / nervous to enjoy it and am often reduced to staring mindlessly into space / at passersby, punctuated by frequent verifications that yep, it's almost a full minute later than it was the last time i checked.
i also loathe the hours upon hours of my life i have to waste sitting around airposts waiting to board, especially when the plane is delayed. i will never get those hours back ! i have not found a single airport to redeem the others (although, admittedly, i have not visited very many). i changed planes in heathrow a year and a half ago and it gave new meaning to the first few paragraphs of "the Long Dark Tea-time of the Soul" (Douglas Adams), which opens in Heathrow.
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Cast your loathe upon the water and it will return to you ten fold. Or was that in tin foil? With ten folds?
I was in CDG once but I don't remember much. It was around 10:00AM after flying all night with no sleep from NY City. Had trouble keeping my eyes open.