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Today is a Hard BPD Day
Even though I’m doing stuff most people can handle
I was supposed to get on a train at 5 am this morning to Chicago, but the train track washed out in a flash flood several states away. I booked the train because I can’t drive in or around big cities and it was cheaper than a plane ticket. Besides, I despise flying.
Here’s the thing — it’s not that I don’t like to drive into big cities because I think I’m a bad driver. I think I’m a fairly decent driver. I just don’t trust anyone else on the highways. I’m fine on those long stretches between cities when traffic is light. But get near a city and suddenly you’re racing for your life at 90 MPH with people who drive like they are on drugs or out of their freaking minds. It’s not the 90 MPH that scares me at all. It’s the people.
Similarly, I despise flying not because I’m afraid of flying — I love to fly! It’s the absolute insanity of being herded like cattle and potentially humiliated by security that sets my teeth on edge before I even get there. Then there’s the endless waiting. Not to mention having to deal with every loud, self-important asshat on the plane who thinks they have a right to take up other people’s space or time.
Once, after flying my brother out to the Mayo Clinic in Arizona for major surgery on his chest, we were seated next to…
