Center of the Universe

it's like the copernican theory... sometimes, i feel like the center of the universe, through some misguided perspective. those are the times when i feel like the subject of a cruel joke.

such as the case with my flight yesterday to orlando...

i have children behind me kicking my seat. as if the mother next to them doesn't have eyes to see what her kids are doing. only until i ever so slightly glared at her and ask to have her children stop their annoying choice of pastime did she appear to sternly reprimand the unruly bunch. quite frankly, i don't give a damn if they're young and restless. somebody made a choice to bring them on this flight and damned if it will be me to suffer that consequence. i seem to be a magnet for children kicking my seat, whether on a plane or a movie theater or such...

and of course, there's the fat woman sitting next to me who's occupying space beyond the buffer zone. and because she happened to be sniffling, she had the overhead fan designated to her point to me, instead of simply closing it off. you know, she chose to be fat. why do i have to be more understanding of her condition than mine? i paid the same airfare as her. she should try to keep her body confined to the space outlined by her seat, instead of spreading into my area, which is small enough as it is. not once did she say excuse me. i feel like being crushed. i simply spread my legs some more and put my elbow into her arm rest. (why should she have two arm rests?) i'm not going to be generous to someone who doesn't have any care for me.

to top this off, there's the cab ride from the airport to the final destination. it so happens that the driver doesn't know the area well enough. he kept on asking for more information from the visiting out-of-towner... then he proceeds to blame the dispatcher whom he must have called two or three times, who at the nth call just simply refused to give more directions that he wasn't following anyway. we even asked a state trooper and he still managed to botch it up. if it wasn't christmas eve, i really would have been inclined to not pay any fare at all. frankly, he doesn't deserve it since he wasn't doing his job. why should i pay for someone's incompetence. really!

as you can see, the copernican theory was very in effect yesterday. very nice prelude to christmas eve...

i swear, people should be allowed to rant some more like this. there won't be so many people in therapy if people were allowed to express themselves.

as rage against the machine would say, and i'm probably taking it out of context, anger is a gift...

hmmmm.... i feel much better...