I've been living in and out of airports and airplanes for the last 30 odd hours of my life. It's not not much more then a blur of metal detectors and bouts of narcolepsy. So far the only thing thats had a solid sleep was my butt. Which fell asleep an hour into my second flight. Requiring serious lunges to revive and restore feeling to the area. Recently, I made the mistake of looking in the mirror, something I do not recommend if you haven't seen daylight in 2 days. I appeared as if I had set up camp in a mcdonalds dumpster where I was attacked by a flock of vicious seagulls and left on the side of the road to die. If you don't know what that looks like then let me break it down for you; I look like shit.
Anyways, this is my first time traveling alone which most people will tell you is an amazing journey of building self reliance and figuring out who you are. Thus, bringing me to my latest self revelation. Which is as soon , and I mean the moment, the pilot turns on the "seatbelt light" and the flight attendants make you stay in your seat is the moment when every last millilitre of liquid in my body absorbs into my bladder and I have to pee like my life depends on it. I am talking octo-mom pregnancy where 8 babies are seriously pushing on my bladder. Not sure if I was once subject to some sort of cruel Pavlov's dog experiment or if it's the "Always want what you can't have" rule gone biological. Whatever the reason it is officially my first step on the path to self discovery.
However, I must admit this whole traveling solo business isn't all fun and games. Once the fears of getting lost in the airport and ending up in Siberia subsided and the excitement of all my self revelation wore off. I realized, after tearing up when I spilled my tea and getting overly emotional when George Clooney suggest he light a backpack on fire in the movie 'Up In The Air,' that being alone isn't so much scary as it is sad.
Basically, you've got an infinite amount of hours to think about all the people you miss and no one to distract you from missing them. So yeah, all my friends and family you can feel proud of yourselves for being awesome and making me cry at insignificant parts of the inflight entertainment while wishing you could be here...assholes.
Well, as of now I am in Singapore for a night. Plan A was to stay in a hotel but then I got to the airport and let me tell you it is sweet living. It's simply a humongous vat of modern architecture interspliced with fancy stores and funky seating areas, featuring various amenities appealing to cheap bastards worldwide. I'm talking free internet, free movie, free tour of singapore and for about 20 bucks I have 5 hrs in a plush lounge with showers, gym access and unlimited free food and drinks. Of course, I'll be back in Singapore in 2 months where I will most definitely venture past the walls of this glass castle. Though, for now I'm on Plan B which is use all free things, abuse the airport rest areas and avoid the guards with big guns.
