Update on the post about flying on airplanes – I did NOT get
to rest and relax on either of my two connecting flights because as the luck of
the draw would have it, I sat beside two of the chattiest people who both
thought their life stories were worthy of taking up my naptime. Indeed, I enjoy
learning about people’s adventures and misadventures (which is why I’m so guiltily
sucked into reality TV), so it wasn’t the worst thing to engage in conversation
with these people. But on my second flight, I even put in my earbuds and the
Costa Rican guy still thought it was a great idea to ask me about my opinion on
thunderstorms. I mean, really? Thunderstorms?
Then he proceeded to tell me about his entire family. Like,
ENTIRE family. Which family members are currently in Virginia, who is currently
in Costa Rica, which ones are in the army, which nephew just spoke his first
word, etc.
What is it about airplanes that makes people wants to divulge
such personal information? That lady on my first flight told me every single
detail about every guy she’s seen. The guy on my second flight revealed all the
struggles and accomplishments of all of his family members. It’s definitely got
something to do with the fleeting nature of air travel – it’s kind of like a
one-time therapy session, maybe? It kind of reinforces the fact that everyone
around us is dealing with stuff and has some sort of baggage they are carrying
around (pun INTENDED). No matter who we sit beside on the plane, they have
something they want to get off their chest – it’s just a matter of whether or
not they are comfortable doing so. And clearly, these people on my flights this
past weekend were VERY comfortable doing so.
TOODLES!!!
RY
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