The older I become, the more I realize how much I actually hate people. I mean, sure, I'm a person. But realistically, I must be some kind of over-developed species in comparison to the crude, superficial primitive people that accompany me on this plane. Just because the seat belt sign is off doesn't mean you HAVE to take off your seat belt. Are you really THAT claustrophobic that you must get up and go to the bathroom at the slightest moment that you are not prohibited to do so? Is it COMPLETELY necessary to recline your seat, knowing that this plane is small enough as it is? And maybe, just maybe, did you realize that I'm almost 6 foot 3 and feel cramped with no legroom without your drunk, fat, "tired" *** flushing common courtesy and consideration down the toilet and reclining your seat all the way? No, it's fine. Keep bumping into my legs, sir. Oh yes, ma'am, knock my elbow as I'm writing. No, mom, I don't care about that friend of yours who just bought a new tablet. I just want to drown. Drown in my music, buds shoved deep into my skull, immersed in the sounds that release me, allow me to escape, that lead me to peace. Line up, "humans". Go get your free samples of extra large over priced under indulged luxury non fat caramel double chocolate dipped deep fried newly displayed half price final sale no exchanges or returns *******.

I'll be here trying to live.