I hate planes. It's not that I hate the flying part, or that I'm scared of being high above the ground. I actually rather enjoy that part. But I hate all the security, and how rude everyone can be. And one time in particular I had a bad experience because they didn't like my skirt or my ID. Of course this wasn't exactly the worst thing in the world. Many people have had many much more terrible experiences, to the point that they were truly violated or their lives in danger. And one person made sure to tell me this when I told them why I didn't like flying. Ouch. That's all I can think when someone says your fears or struggles are unbiased because of others' real struggles. You scrunch up and feel guilty. It's like someone is saying, “You don't know what real pain and fear is, because you have been too sheltered. You don't even know how to truly love God, because you have never really been tested.” Or m...