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| What does that mean? |
| 04.20.07 (1:58 pm) [edit] |
| Flight back was, in a word, hell. Full plane. Middle seat. On my right, a large man resembling Chewbacca. On my left, a woman that resembled Jabba the Hut. Behind me were two 4 year olds that were screaming and kicking the back of my seat the entire time. For more fun, we sat at the gate for 90 minutes. No air circulating. Jabba-ette was sweating like a (the analogy is too obvious). It made me *really* uncomfortable. Aside from the being squished. I remember when I was fat (although never that fat), how self-conscious I was. She looked miserable. And I was grossed out by her spilling over the armrest, encroaching on 'my space'. Ditto with her legs. She couldn't fasten the seat belt even with an extender. Judgmental? I guess. It reminded me of the old me. I like the new me - inside and out. But the situation made me realize that I need to look at why I was so disgusted by her. At the same time, I pitied her. I remember. Always something new to discuss in counseling... |
posted by: LadyG (reply)
post date: 04.22.07 (1:27 am)
I know that you are glad to be home, what a nightmare.
by Redonthehead