Am I watching a movie? Gotta read the Wikipedia summary to find out if the character I like dies. I have to know and anticipate every single emotional turn of whatever I’m about to watch, read, or do. That trip made me realize that at this point in the pandemic (THAT IS STILL GOING ON, DEAR GOD WEAR YOUR MASK, YOU VARMINTS), I cannot handle physical turbulence, but I also cannot handle any amount of emotional turbulence. Everything goes “shaky-shaky” and it feels like my guts are going to drop out of my body, and we’re all expected to just keep reading American Airlines’ magazine! No! No! I do not want this! But during my reentry into the allegedly friendly skies, I realized I can no longer handle turbulence. “I’m going to get in this giant metal tube and hurtle through the sky while some jagoff manspreads in the middle seat next to me”? NO THANK YOU. Flying is the absolute worst I can’t believe we used to do it all the time. It was a monumental occasion that fully exhausted me. A few weeks ago, I braved the outside and O’Hare Airport and went on A TRIP on AN AIRPLANE and flew to ANOTHER CITY.
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