I still get excited when i fly. Like, it's exciting to be going to a new place, etc, and the idea of flying is pretty amazing. But that actual act of flying, like rocketing through the sky in a tube of coughing, farting, cramped people, man it sort of sucks hard. Like, there is a point in every flight where I'm just like "fuuuuuuuuuck, I hate this. I wish I could sleep for more than 10 minutes at a time, but I can't. No, I don't really want to talk, I want to time warp to the second we have landed so I can escape this death cylinder."