We all know the feeling. You enter the long pathway of judgment and can’t do much to escape. There’s people behind you, people in front of you (unless you’re the lucky A1), and people to your left and right.
Eyes are on you. What is normally a walk in the park becomes strenuous. You may forget how to properly hold a bag. You may even lose all your upper body strength the moment you need it most. Those lifts are tough, people (when you overpack like yours truly).
So, you entered. People are surrounding you and you instantly become a little speck in a long chilly/hot cylinder. It’s either freezing and you need a winter jacket or you feel trapped in a sauna. Nice men and women greet you with big smiles on their faces especially on those lovely 7:05am journeys. And then your trip down the aisle begins. Scoping out the scene to find the perfect seat. Walk, walk, walk. Window, aisle, middle…which will you choose?! The window is an easier escape. The middle is just a no. The aisle gives you breathing space, but makes you an easier target. Your choice.
Walk, walk, walk. Eyes are peering in your direction sending fireballs of judgement. The baby sees you and instantly starts wailing. The businessman is so glued to his phone the flight attendants could say, “We’ve arrived. Welcome to Disney World!” and he’d race to the exit without question. The mom of twins is destroying the diaper bag looking for the bottle that’s already in the little boy’s hands. And then there’s the old man smirking that makes you debate whether your sister’s wedding is even worth the trip.
What you thought was an average outfit becomes a birthday suit, and your insecurities grow by the thousands. Walk, walk, walk.
The moment is here. You see the seat calling your name in the distance. Walk, walk, walk. It’s time to show the world the big guns. Lift up that suitcase and place it swiftly in the overhead compartment. Is that sweat on your forehead? Wipe it off before dear old grandpa decides to change seats and wipe it off for you.
You sit. Aisle to yourself (so far). And then something strange happens. You begin questioning the lady’s outfit. The prayers commence and you pray the sports guy doesn’t choose your row. The flight attendant is way too happy for a 7am flight. Should of brought the winter coat. That guy is in desperate need of a haircut. What is that smell? Seriously, another baby? Do not sit here. Do not sit here. Whew. Ooo he’s cute. Sit here. Stop staring. He looks like a murderer. This shall be fun. Do not sit here. Do not sit here. Crap.
It’s funny how it works. From the judged to the judger. To feeling insecure to noticing all the little details they once noticed about you. Life is sure filled with lots of those moments. Good ole’ Southwest flights. Full of those ups and downs, if ya know what I mean.
Photo Credit: By Brittani Schiller