[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":48},["ShallowReactive",2],{"post-prepare-for-takeoff":3},{"id":4,"title":5,"body":6,"categories":35,"date":37,"description":12,"extension":38,"image":39,"meta":40,"navigation":41,"path":42,"seo":43,"stem":44,"tags":45,"__hash__":47},"blog\u002Fblog\u002Fprepare-for-takeoff.md","prepare for takeoff",{"type":7,"value":8,"toc":31},"minimark",[9,13,16,19,22,25,28],[10,11,12],"p",{},"When I fly, I imagine falling out of the plane. Not the whole plane crashing, just me. Somehow the floor opens up and I am dropped out of the bottom from 30,000 feet in the air with no parachute.",[10,14,15],{},"I imagine the sound. The horrific scream of white noise rushing over the low hum my own ears doing their best to pop from the rapid pressure change. I wonder if I would scream. Or, would the futility of making noise register with me, causing me to opt for a silent tumble, like a broken branch in a thunderstorm.",[10,17,18],{},"I can almost feel it. The ball of energy exploding upward from my stomach and the intense pressure against my temples. I imagine the nausea being overwhelmed by the anxiety and fading into the background like a siren in the middle of a tornado. I wonder if I would pass out? Would I have even a fraction of a second of pleasure from the adrenaline? Would I sing, like I normally do when I'm anxious?",[10,20,21],{},"I wonder what would happen to my brain. Would the stress be too much for me to think with any reason? Would any particular memory stand out? Would I think of anyone in particular? Could I come to terms with the finality of such an imminent demise? Or would I detach and have no grip on reality?",[10,23,24],{},"I rarely think about landing. When I do, it's always different.",[10,26,27],{},"Would I hit water, and be lost forever? Would I collide into a mountainside, leaving a skeletal imprint on some rock barely visible from a nearby highway, where travelers later reference as a landmark for holiday road trips? Would I find my way to a city? Would some unsuspecting urbanite later identify the UFO spotted over downtown as me, the mystery man who fell out of the sky? Would I land on a city bus? Or on the roof of some apartment building? What if it were in the middle of a high school football game? Would they have to cancel? Or just delay until they cleared me off the field?",[10,29,30],{},"When I look out of the window of an airplane, it never fails. I always think to myself, 'what if I fell?' And I remember why, when given the option, I always choose the aisle.",{"title":32,"searchDepth":33,"depth":33,"links":34},"",2,[],[36],"Non-Fiction","2016-09-21","md","\u002Fuploads\u002Fblog\u002Fprepare-for-takeoff.webp",{},true,"\u002Fblog\u002Fprepare-for-takeoff",{"title":5,"description":12},"blog\u002Fprepare-for-takeoff",[46],"Journal","Jcsojo1k9Ozbw1OaY0LaeldY1IMwj5YhHzAWI-BauJs",1794155215250]