planes. you're just one bundle of awkward.

why is it that things which excited me when i was young have lost their appeal upon aging? take flying for instance. i used to love it. loved the packing. loved the airports. loved the coziness of airplanes. loved airplane food {crazy. right?}. loved take off. loved landing. loved it all.

now?

no thanks. no thanks to all of it.
the airport now just makes me sick. packing is tiresome and stressful. coziness of airplanes are now one bundle of awkwardness. airplane food? need i really comment? take offs are terrifying. and landing is just as terrifying. i'm over the whole thing.

Evidence of awkward flying:
ONE. No sir. I really don't want to talk to you the whole way to detroit. i'd prefer to read. you don't seem to care though.
TWO. the smells of a collective body of persons. body odors. gas. breath. just ew.
THREE. who's armrest is this anyways? yours? mine? we clearly can't share. and i'm not too sure i like always bumping elbows.
FOUR. sorry. yes. that is my bum in your face.
FIVE. don't mind me leaning over your shoulder. the teeny tiny window demands it.
SIX. bathroom breaks. the departure. the waiting in line. the way too small space. it's all ripe for awkward.
SEVEN. sleeping. the unknown of where my head will end up in the close proximity of strangers.
EIGHT. oh hi stranger. i know i'm practically in your lap but the woman's massive hair in front of me is blocking the view of the tiniest tv ever.
NINE. my bag would like to say hi to you. to your knee. to your face. to your shoulder. to your foot.
TEN. bending over in your seat to get anything out of your bag. really? seriously? where do you put your head. between your own legs {ouch}. or on the knee of your neighbours. neither a good option.

point proven. flying is one big awkward bundle. but then again. who'da thunk 100 years back we'd be capable of flying in jet powered hunks of steel with our own tvs. it's all in perspective i guess.