Never

In lieu of the AirFrance tragedy, I have decided, probably rather irrationally, that I'm never going overseas. No way. That is my worst fear realized.

I shudder at the thought of flying over an entire ocean (which I've learned all about in my Geology classes) in an airplane. My worst fear is actually not crashing and dying in the crash. I'd rather die in the crash, if, God forbid, that happened.

MY worst fears are actually two: one, actually being trapped, alive, in the airplane as it sinks to the bottom of a vast ocean, and eventually drowning. At the bottom of the ocean. My other fear is surviving and dying via sharks. There's no way in hell. There's nobody I want to see that bad that I'd cross oceans for. And there's not a snowball's chance that you could get me on a ship to cross the ocean. If a ship sinks, there's more of a chance for me to survive it and die a nasty death e.g. sharkbait, dehydration/starvation, drowning, before anyone found me. I'd panic at the thought of being alone, out in the middle of nowhere, on a fucking ocean.

I understand being lost on the land -- at least you can walk about and not get eaten by sharks. And generally people can search for you easier than they can search for you on the ocean. I mean, there's a hell of a lot of water on this earth, most of it in the ocean. 75% of the earth is ocean. And you can get stuff to survive on land. Seriously, I'd panic immensely and probably die of a heart attack if I got stranded on the ocean. And that's assuming I wasn't thinking about how fucking deep it is. I'm sitting on top of a few miles of water. Fuck no.

I was actually considering flying overseas at some point with my future husband. Now, there's no fucking way I'm crossing an ocean. Maybe I'd fly to some of those islands below Florida like the Bahamas or maybe to Greenland. But no way will I traverse an ocean. No fucking way.

~musicalsparks