Yesterday, my brother and I left our home around 4 in the morning to head to SFO for our flight to Portland, Oregon and then from there get on a flight to Redmond for our grandfather’s wedding (which is today).
So, our first leg of the trip was fine, we both passed out and then spent three hours waiting for our next flight.
This one was short, probably only about 30 minutes all together, and therefore the plane we were to board was a puddle jumper. You know, one of those small planes with the exterior propellors? Yeah, I have always been uneasy towards them.
As the captain informed us that we would be landing soon, everyone put up their tray tables, and electronics away. But, for the next twenty minutes, instead of landing on the air strip, we circled it. Over, and over again.
Finally, the pilot came on the intercom to inform us “there has been a slight malfunction and we will be just running through our checklist before we land.”
Ok, no big deal, I thought. Maybe just a light wasn’t turning on?
Thirty more minutes before we heard anything. The plane shook around in the sky, and everyone became silent, only frantically looking out of the windows.
Finally, we landed, and the pilot gave us some excuse with words that no one would really understand.
Later, I was told that our landing gears were stuck and we were unable to land, and they weren’t sure we would actually be able to. There were fire trucks and ambulances waiting for us on the ground.
Stop blaming your MOTHER for you being cynical. That's your own damn fault. She has no fucking affect on your mood unless you ALLOW HER TO! And since you claim it's "her fault" you must have LET YOURSELF be affected by it! Do you not get that? It's your mind, your life, not hers! You could be the bigger person in this case and grow the fuck up and stop blaming your shitty mood on her. You're naive Stop playing pitty party. Stop putting her as the reason you're such a sad soul..