I took a Fear of Flying class, and I always missed the class, because I was always flying.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My greatest fear is flying. And I do a lot of flying, so that's a bummer.
I don't have a fear of flying; I have a fear of crashing.
I get scared when I think I'm going to miss my flight. I get obsessed when I actually miss a flight.
I started flying because I had a fear of it early on. I figured if I learned to fly, I would understand better what was happening and started taking lessons in the late 1950's, once I had made some money on tour.
I'm very phobic about flying, but I'm also drawn to it.
As with most phobias, the fear of flying does make some sense, but if ever there was a fear worth quashing then this is it. After all, life is short, and there's a great big world to explore out there.
I finally overcame my phobia, and now I approach flying with a sort of studied boredom - a learned habit, thanks to my learn-to-fly-calmly training - but like all former flying phobics, I retain a weird and feverish fascination with aviation news, especially bad news.
I hate to fly. I'm deathly afraid of it.
I don't like flying. I'm a bit scared of it and don't enjoy the whole experience.
I'm afraid of flying.