Thoughts on a Plane
As I shuffle down the skinny aisle, trying my best not to bump into the shoulders of sleeping passengers, or those stretched so far over to give their seatmate more room, or maybe give more room to themselves. I see the faces of everyone, eyes glued to the little TV screens installed to the back of the seat in front of them. All lost in their own world, all watching different and similar movies. A glance at what they watch- a young man catching the newest romance flick, an even younger woman watching a cowboy on film, the couple pausing a horror movie to discuss their theories. I continue to the restroom, trying not to make eye contact. Body contorted at a slight twist to further prevent the uncomfortable brush against a stranger. If I did accidentally, would that person be mad? Would they ask for an apology, make a dramatic event out of it? Would they ignore it as we make eye contact, an apology forming within my pupils? Am I a nuisance simply for bothering to walk down the aisle? I try my best to keep my eyes down, to not make eye contact, but we always do. We can't help it. We are human.
