Airports. What a trip.
This is not a woe is me post.
But I'm sad. I spent the day at the airport and didn't go anywhere. I wake up early tomorrow to do it again, and if the first three flights don't have room for me, I'm not going to get my long anticipated vacation. I might get to go to Austin as a consolation prize, but I dunno. It's very tiring to walk from gate to gate all day. It's very depressing to watch so many people getting so bent out of shape over situations that are much better than mine. And it wasn't until the last flight of the day that anyone so much as talked to me. I guess I did get a few smiles, so maybe it's not that I seem unapproachable. But it does feel like today people were just too busy for me. And that's not fun.
*le sigh*
And now I'm home alone wondering if I should just try to go to bed or wait until Keith's parents let him leave so maybe I can get a hug before bed.
But. I meant it when I said this is not a woe is me post. I got to listen to a lot of good audio book today. I saw a skeezy chick in a bright blue jogging suit trip and fall on her pissy looking face. I was looking at her thinking "god, I hope she trips.", and then her shoe teetered to one side and down she went. Powers of the mind baby. . . . I even found some comfortable chairs, which was nice. And one stranger at the end of the day told me that I was awesome. That was neat. He just walked up from behind me and said "Hey. You're really awesome." And I had no idea what he was talking about because all I was doing was walking from one gate to the next. And there is still hope, still that slim but present possibility that I will catch the first flight out.
It wasn't a bad day, really. It was just long and anticlimatic. So tomorrow morning around nine o'clock, if you can send some good vibes out into the world for me, I'd greatly appreciate it. I really want to catch that flight. . . . .
But I'm sad. I spent the day at the airport and didn't go anywhere. I wake up early tomorrow to do it again, and if the first three flights don't have room for me, I'm not going to get my long anticipated vacation. I might get to go to Austin as a consolation prize, but I dunno. It's very tiring to walk from gate to gate all day. It's very depressing to watch so many people getting so bent out of shape over situations that are much better than mine. And it wasn't until the last flight of the day that anyone so much as talked to me. I guess I did get a few smiles, so maybe it's not that I seem unapproachable. But it does feel like today people were just too busy for me. And that's not fun.
*le sigh*
And now I'm home alone wondering if I should just try to go to bed or wait until Keith's parents let him leave so maybe I can get a hug before bed.
But. I meant it when I said this is not a woe is me post. I got to listen to a lot of good audio book today. I saw a skeezy chick in a bright blue jogging suit trip and fall on her pissy looking face. I was looking at her thinking "god, I hope she trips.", and then her shoe teetered to one side and down she went. Powers of the mind baby. . . . I even found some comfortable chairs, which was nice. And one stranger at the end of the day told me that I was awesome. That was neat. He just walked up from behind me and said "Hey. You're really awesome." And I had no idea what he was talking about because all I was doing was walking from one gate to the next. And there is still hope, still that slim but present possibility that I will catch the first flight out.
It wasn't a bad day, really. It was just long and anticlimatic. So tomorrow morning around nine o'clock, if you can send some good vibes out into the world for me, I'd greatly appreciate it. I really want to catch that flight. . . . .