Ta-Nehisi Coates is doing
just that:
More often than not, my flights end with stressed-out call to my wife, and me re-enacting some beef over cramped legs, or ridiculous delays. These are minor annoyances that don't really register in my mind on a moral scale. More disturbing is the security theater, the virtual, and actual, rifling through luggage, and the rather outrageous abuses which all too regularly reach our ears. The result is that I spend way too much time thinking about the perils of flying (not crashing) and the time I save is effectively experienced as "negative time."
None of these things have worried
me all that much. But, hey: each to his own.