Interestingly, that’s not always true. Supposedly there are things you can do to improve your chances of surviving a fall without a parachute, like spreading your shirt to increase drag, orienting yourself to land feet-first, knees bent, or aiming for bushes. Luck is a large part of it though.
I’ve literally met someone who survived a parachute failure. She mentioned something vague about a skydiving incident, so I looked her up. Turns out she literally survived hitting the ground after her parachute didn’t open. Lots of nasty injuries, some permanent, but nothing obviously debilitating.
Falling out of a plane is literally safer than falling off of a skyscraper. Because at least with skydiving, you have a chance to direct your landing and pick something that isn’t solid concrete.
I wonder if you could make a makeshift parachute by taking off your shirt. What’s unclear to me though is just how rapidly you’d decelerate, and if the force associated with that would be manageable…or rip your arms off.
That’s a rational take on something that isn’t rational. Worry is fun in that it doesn’t care about your logic.
Example: My friend was ditched in a round of layoffs a ways back with terrible timing. He’s just moved back to the country, with a mortgage and other costs, taken in his dad to care for, and it’s close to 10k/mo of run-rate with cars and dual taxes and just family costs. I bet he still worries, even though it’s no help.
The most apt description of worry that I’ve found is that worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but ultimately, it doesn’t get you anywhere.
IMO, if the flight attendants look worried, I’m preparing myself to jump into action if required. Putting things away and getting ready to move at a moment’s notice if it’s needed. Beyond that, I’m not going to take charge and start delegating or anything. I don’t have that much of an ego. I’m just ready and willing to help, and if I have a few minutes to prepare myself, then I can do that much more quickly.
As for worrying, I handle worry and stress with action. So until there’s something to do, worry isn’t a helpful emotion to me, so I’ll do everything in my power to ignore or eliminate it until I can take action.
If the flight attendants aren’t worried, I’m not worried. Eh, fuck it, I’m just not worried no matter what, it doesn’t help.
I’m not going to worry even if I’m being sucked out of the fuselage after the door plug blows out. Worrying won’t help in any of these situations.
I’d probably scream a little tho
That just sounds like a free ticket to go skydiving to me.
Only redeemable once, though.
Truly a once in a lifetime offer.
Interestingly, that’s not always true. Supposedly there are things you can do to improve your chances of surviving a fall without a parachute, like spreading your shirt to increase drag, orienting yourself to land feet-first, knees bent, or aiming for bushes. Luck is a large part of it though.
I’ve literally met someone who survived a parachute failure. She mentioned something vague about a skydiving incident, so I looked her up. Turns out she literally survived hitting the ground after her parachute didn’t open. Lots of nasty injuries, some permanent, but nothing obviously debilitating.
Sometimes you win the lottery and get to keep breathing.
If you’re falling over farmland, aim for the giant stacks of hay, as well.
Falling out of a plane is literally safer than falling off of a skyscraper. Because at least with skydiving, you have a chance to direct your landing and pick something that isn’t solid concrete.
Wasn’t there a guy falling 10 km out of a plane, landing on a pine with only minor injuries?
I wonder if you could make a makeshift parachute by taking off your shirt. What’s unclear to me though is just how rapidly you’d decelerate, and if the force associated with that would be manageable…or rip your arms off.
It would do nothing of consequence.
Best you could try to do would be to flatten yourself out.
What if you’re wearing a jacket and put your hands in the pockets and spread it out?
This is why Mythbusters needs to still be on the air
Then you’ll die looking cool.
Aww man.
Or landing on fire ants
Yeah might as well. It’s funner when you put your hands up!
That looks like a Delta plane. Delta doesn’t fly any 737Max-9 planes. In the USA you’d need Alaska or United for that.
But it does help to worry a bit before you are sucked out the fuselage though.
Keeps you from getting nearer to the open hole.
That’s well past worrying, mate.
That’s a rational take on something that isn’t rational. Worry is fun in that it doesn’t care about your logic.
Example: My friend was ditched in a round of layoffs a ways back with terrible timing. He’s just moved back to the country, with a mortgage and other costs, taken in his dad to care for, and it’s close to 10k/mo of run-rate with cars and dual taxes and just family costs. I bet he still worries, even though it’s no help.
Right, which is why identifying and eliminating such behavior is preferable.
I don’t have to engage in irrational behavior just because some stupid idea pops into my head.
The most apt description of worry that I’ve found is that worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but ultimately, it doesn’t get you anywhere.
IMO, if the flight attendants look worried, I’m preparing myself to jump into action if required. Putting things away and getting ready to move at a moment’s notice if it’s needed. Beyond that, I’m not going to take charge and start delegating or anything. I don’t have that much of an ego. I’m just ready and willing to help, and if I have a few minutes to prepare myself, then I can do that much more quickly.
As for worrying, I handle worry and stress with action. So until there’s something to do, worry isn’t a helpful emotion to me, so I’ll do everything in my power to ignore or eliminate it until I can take action.
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Just have to look on the bright side. If you die you never have to go back to work again. And a plane crash will be over quick.