Boredom is Bliss

If you travel alone, you'll realize a lot more about your surroundings. As you enter the waiting lounge for your flight you look around to find a good enough seat to spend your next few hours waiting. If you're a guy you'll most certainly look for the prettiest girl in the lounge. Of course the same works if you're a girl too. Once you found that girl you try to sit not too close to make it too obvious or not too far to still be able to have eye contact. Almost all of the times you'll realize that you're also sitting very close to a lady with a young son or daughter which is playing around with whatever round object it can find. At this point you're already starting to get annoyed of the kind. Let's accept even the most sassy people do not like kids in a waiting lounge. What's worse is now the mom also starts playing with the kid and makes sounds even weirder than the kid. You decide to get up as the girl doesn't look that pretty anymore but you don't want to make it too obvious that it's because of the kid and the mom. You decide to wait a bit more and try to make it look like you're getting up to get a drink.

Feeling a little bit guilty for no apparent reason that you can think of, you actually go to a coffee shop and get something to drink even if you're not thirsty. Now you can't sit right back as you just got up. So you walk around like you would in jail trying not to look ridiculous as you feel everyone is somehow watching you. You enter small shops for no reason and interest and start touching stuff just to kill more time. Once you've touched every single object you can sit down somewhere better but this time as the time left for your flight to take off is shorter the lounge is more crowded. You don't want to sit side by side with someone so you decide to find an empty spot next to a wall and just lean on sacrificing the pain you'll feel for the next minutes as you're also carrying a heavy bag that you just don't feel like dropping down. You spend the next twenty minutes or so seizing up people. You stare at their clothing and the way they move and try to reach a judgment of their characters. You accidentally catch some old guys eyes and move your head away while trying not to look like you're faking it. You never catch a pretty girls eyes. Of course you're never that lucky. It's always some guy or a really old lady. Time goes by and by now you're thinking how the hell you're going to spend hours with no escape route in a one tenth of the area of that lounge with all the people in it. You protest inside but knowing that you can't do shit about it you simply walk in to the corridor as you're called and enter the plane of to your destination.

27/11/2009