fly, fly, fly..

So here I am sitting at the LAX streaming wireless from my iPhone with glass of pinot noir to my right, valium to my left, and my new headphones on my ears listening to Jay Z and I figured now is as good as time as ever to blog seeing as though my flight doesn't even leave for another hour.

I tend to always take the red-eye when flying back to Boston or to the East Coast in general and normally I am more social at the airport bar ( Gladstones to be specific as I normally always fly Virgin America or Jet Blue and they are both in terminal 3 at LAX) Today though I am the creeper on the computer with her headphones on shutting out the rest of the human race.

Traveling has always caused me minor anxiety, mainly because those close to me know, I have severe flying anxiety. It hasn't always been this way and I cant really pin point the time in my life when it started. Unfortunately, I think that some of it came from September 11th. Its not that I think anyone is going to hijack the plane (well, I would be lying if I said it didn't cross my mind) its more just the feeling of being completely out of control of what is happening while I am 3,500 in the air.

My father always tells me I have nothing to worry about..I can't even tell you how much he used to travel when we were younger, he lived his life on airplanes busting his hump so my brother and sisters and I could have stuff we probably don't deserve. But I still can't seem to ever relax unless I succumb to a self medication coma of wine and anxiety pills.

Which brings me to my next point.. Its amazing how many different types of people one can meet in an airport bar. I have met designers, doctors, marines, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, business men/woman, college students, college professors.. etc etc. For one brief moment in time you become a part of someones life that you will likely never see again, yet a lot of times you don't forget the encounter. I can't recall every conversation I have ever had at the airport, as I am in an airport at least four times a month lately.. but it really is an experience that you don't really ever have. Knowing the conversation you are having at the point in time with the person to your left or right is only for right then, and the chances of ever speaking with them are VERY slim to none. So what makes people so friendly? Is is knowing that it just this 30minutes, because lets be real.. I am never this nice to strangers? Ever...

This blog is honestly just a ramble and probably doesn't make sense as I am not going to proof read it and I am two glasses of Pinot deep.

Lastly, I am unimpressed with people being sketchy and finding things to fight with people they care about with and in ANY way bringing it back to me. Its time to grow up. everyone. and become adults and face problems straight on instead of finding other ways and other people to blame things on.

Well, wish me safe travels!!! and VERY merry christmas my wittle chickens.

xox
-W