Men are disturbed not by the things which happen, but by the opinions about the things.
If you’re like me, then airports are simultaneously a source of enjoyment and frustration.
I fly regularly as part of my job. Often twice a week. Some might grumble about traveling so frequently, but it’s something I’ve enjoyed ever since I was young. It made me feel special and different, getting to do something that wasn’t available to many of my friends and classmates. And my father traveled a lot for work, so it seemed important. Even amidst layovers and delayed flights, I’m content kicking back in a terminal with overpriced food and a good book.
My only real complaint is the people.
You know what I mean. I’m talking about the person who shuts the window cover while you’re looking outside, the screaming kids, the pretentious girl with vocal fry who says “like, ah mah gawd” every twenty seconds, the large guy who spills over into your seat and takes the armrest, and the people in terminals who place their things on the few remaining seats and throw a tantrum when you want to sit down. And let’s not forget the folks who recline their seats.
But airports serve all types, so this is expected. Ignoring the obvious socioeconomic limitations–one-way tickets often cost more than a full week at minimum wage–you find people of all backgrounds and circumstances. It’s only natural that we find ourselves next to the sorts of folks that we generally avoid.
And these are little annoyances in the grand scheme–first-world problems, for sure. But they can grow and bloom into something severe until we’re angry, bitter, and utterly frustrated.
So how do we stop that from happening? [Read more…]