Airplanes are crazy dude

Isn’t flying a crazy thing? As I’m sitting in the airplane over spring break looking down at the tiny little ant like figures slowly creeping their way across the earth I started thinking how ridiculous it is that we can fly from one place to another. Like we actually are just up there floating in the air, crammed in our seats with absolutely no control. There we sit, surrounded by complete strangers traveling at speeds that would probably pull our eyelids off our faces. How strange it is to fly. To sit by a person you have never met, and pretend to be interested in where they are going and what they are doing, as they try just as hard to listen to you as you tell them the same.
How strange it is that we are crammed in a tiny living space for two hours and that we so delicately eat our little bag of peanuts and drink our coke like we have manners or something. When really, everyone on the plane is secretly demanding another bag because those peanuts are just a tease to the ol’ tummy. Oh and you can tell too. Watch your neighbor next time as the flight attendant walks by and asks if they need anything else. They hesitate for just a moment because what they would really like to say is, “I only had ten peanuts in my bag. This was a pathetic attempt at a snack and my belly is screaming for more food. I know you people have better food back there, will you bring some out please? And by the way, you have filled my cup so full of ice there was probably only a tablespoon of coke in here, so can I get a refill?” At least that is what you are thinking, so your neighbor has to be on the same thought process as you. And the flight attendants, do they really enjoy handing out peanuts and coke to people? Can that really be all that fun?
Well, after the peanuts you doze off in the most comfortable way possible, which happens to be leaning your head to the right and using your shoulder as a pillow. Oh the comfort of shoulder pillows. Your butt then starts to tingle off to sleep as well as your eyelids get heavier and heavier. Finally you are napping, next to the stranger you just met, so they are technically no longer a stranger. Then you wake up to your own twitch ten minutes later. In embarrassment you pretend it was the turbulence that woke you up so you start looking out the window only then to find that you had slobbered on your shoulder pillow. Now you’ve realized you were just sleeping with your mouth wide open in front of complete strangers. First impressions are great. Yes flying is a crazy thing. At least when you fly Southwest your bags are free. Happy flying people.