Just "Plane" Boring

1-27-09
I am on the airplane now. The lady next to me is reading a book about finding Jesus through fasting. I think that can officially be classified as the fad of 2009; fasting for Jesus. I haven't flown at night in a while. I forgot how beautiful it was. I like it much more than daytime flying. The flow of the traffic below is rhythmic and comforting. The sunset was absolutely beautiful too. Turbulence makes me very nervous, especially when it gets so bad that the "fasten seatbelt" sign turns back on. Writing is calming my nerves right now. That and listening to music. Ya know, if I were in control of making airplanes, it would be a high priority of mine to make sure that each one of them would have two middle armrests. Yes...two. Apparently the absolute geniuses that design theses extraordinary machines of transportation failed to realize that two people, sitting side by side in this flying sardine can also have separate arms. One could ultimately conclude from this fact that these separate arms would much prefer separate armrests, yes? Anyway...The flight attendant's are delivering drinks and peanuts now. Oh no...not peanuts, pretzels. Peanuts are too high of an allergy food to distribute in such a confined space. Took those airspace geniuses a while to figure that out too huh? 33,000 feet in the air now. Wow. Clear skies and 74 degrees in Sarasota, says the voice in the airplane. I'm listening to music and being paranoid that everyone in the plane can hear it, but I just asked Jesus lady next door if she could and she said no. It could be because she lost her ability to hear and see the day she turned ancient. Oh well. I know that I'm rambling, but can you blame me? There is not too much else to do. I'm still amazed by the lights below me. They are so...deceiving. I mean yes, the world looks pretty from the sky, but once you get down there, it's loaded with trash and angry people. I can deal with the trash more so than the people. At least trash doesn't talk back. I like flying minus the taking off, turbulence, and landing parts of it. The sky is just as pretty when you're here as it it from the ground. And I can tune the world with iTunes and headphones. Wouldn't it be nice if the world were more like the sky? Wow...more rambling. It all makes sense in my head, really. Aside from the beauty of flying and the bright pleasure of that world below me, I am particularly glad that 137 year old Jesus lady isn't one of those "We are on the same plane, going to the same place, and sharing the same armrest, therefore we need to have an intimate relationship for the duration of this 1 hour and 2 minute flight" people. Although she did just tear out a page from the Sky Magazine (yes, the one in the seat pocket in front of you, the one that everyone is supposed to share and that I do believe you are supposed to read and then leave behind fully intact for the next passengers); how rude. I think we just went over a city. There was a large concentration of lights. It is...7:25ish. We are supposed to land around 8. Oh…there goes another page of Sky Magazine. My throat is scratchy and I am kind of second-guessing my decision to deny a beverage and pretzels. I don't really know what else to write about, so I guess I'll stop boring you with my mundane stories of travel. Unless you want me to tell you about the apparent panic attack that lady next door is having. I hope her body doesn’t spasm like this all of the time. Oh my ears hurt a lot from the pressure change. My eardrums will probably explode when we land. And I think someone is playing Tetris or another equally annoying beep-beep game in the seat behind me….beep…beep….beep…. Ok, maybe I'll try to take a nap. 20 minutes of sleep sounds nice.