I hate flying!!!

So Jared and I recently flew to Nashville. His cousin got married so of course we wanted to be apart of the joyous occasion. The only problem was everyone was leaving the day after Christmas. We couldn't get off work that long so my brilliant idea was to fly there and drive back. I guess when I was thinking about it, I wasn't thinking about how much I hate to fly. But we really wanted to be there so we bought the one way ticket leaving at 6:55 the day of the wedding. So we woke up at 4:30. Left at 5. Got to the airport around 5:40. So we have plenty of time to get to our terminal right? Wrong! The line wasn't that long but it's just such a hassle going through security. It had been a while since we've flown so we forgot to keep our ticket out after the lady at the front already checked it. We put it in our bags and it went through the little machine. When we tried to go through, they asked for our tickets. Whoops. So the airport security guy took it upon himself to call us stupid and stupider! Is that allowed? I was too tired and it was too early to argue. Besides, it is up to him to let us in the airport so I decided to keep my mouth shut. So I am putting my shoes back on, sighing a huge sigh of relief , when a lady comes over to my bag. She opens it up and takes out my plastic bag with all my bathroom stuff. She takes out my hair gel. She said it was too much so I would have to throw it away or check the bag. Okay, no problem... I'll just throw it away. Everything is still okay. Then she looks at my proactive. And she asked the same question. I looked at Jared and looked at her and said "There's no way I'm throwing that away" Do you know how much that stuff cost. I know it's my own fault. I should've looked at the requirements. But how ridiculous is it that it's gotten to the point where they have to make those stupid rules? I mean, what am i going to do with a bottle of proactive?So I was escorted back to the "outside" and had to check my bag. By the time i did that, the line to get through security had tripled. So I'm starting to panic a little. I called Jared, who was waiting for me inside. He tried to calm me down telling me we still had plenty of time. So I finally get through security again. We make it to the plain just in time to board and leave. So by this time, I'm a little flustered. I don't like flying to begin with. So we take off. I had time to listen to maybe 5 songs and the pilot was telling us we were ready to land. I hate landing.... My stomach gets queasie, my head feels like it's going to explode, I feel like I can't breathe, and I start thinking of how a plane really stays in the air. I know, it's stupid but i just can't help it. So we land. Jared thinks I'm ridiculous for being such a baby but I can't help it. And then I spent the rest of the day trying to pop my ears. So needless to say, I wasn't too disappointed when we drove home 12 hours. That was my flying experience and that is why I hate flying!!!