واتس ان أه بلين

"Life's a lot like being on an airplane. You get to be seated in a shuffle if you don't make something happen for yourself in the form of a request via being connected at the counter. Think of it this way, whoever issues your boarding pass may just as well be those who issue your existence in the first place. I know. And who you sit next to is just as interesting as your chances of winning that new BMW KFC had on promotion - not quite. But the most striking thing about life and being on an airplane are the passengers in First Class. If you haven't been on first class, then that just proves my point - some people made it. Some people didn't. Most even won't. Upon landing at our destination, and if I'm flying First Class, I can take 30 minutes to ponder over the question of whether I should make the decision of finishing this rant, or having the mindless courtesy of stopping and getting up to pack my laptop and bag and leave. For all the sad pricks in Traveller, they just have to wait. They "can't touch this".
If I decide I wanted to take a picture with the stewardess with the nice ass I've been eyeing all trip long just as the plane halts, what can the people in Traveller even do when they don't even know? There's a lot of symbolism in being on a plane, I'll say. Sitting by the aisle, or sitting by the window. What's better. For one thing, if this is Business we're talking about, then it doesn't really matter. People with money to spare tend to kick it off fairly well. So one idiot wouldn't mind budging for the other idiot to pass from or to the aisle. But if you're stuck with crying babies and toddlers who think it's cute that they run up and down, then you're fucked at being on the aisle. Except.
Except if you're one of those guys with arms the size of melons. Being on a plane, or trodding down the journey of life, you're still going to get noticed. People apologize when they bump into you, girls bump into you on purpose, guys try to bump into you to redeem their self esteem. Yeah. Some goes for if you're one of those tiny-waisted, long-legged, wide-eyed young ladies. With emphasis on young. Not so much the other parts.
Then again, everybody gets screwed on the plane just as everybody gets screwed in life. Cabin pressure knows no ticket bearer. Food doesn't taste better the nearer you sit to the front exit. Flight delays happen. In the end, everybody's got to be working for somebody, right?
If you really put your mind to it, planes are the devil. You make the decision you want to get on one, but you can't turn around if you change your mind. You don't choose what you want when you want it. You just take what's given. No matter how much some airliners try to give you the illusion of choice, you're still bound to the number of choices they decided you were worthy of being given. Where you take yourself in life is the same as where you decide to go on a plane. People around you change accordingly, and so do the people who serve you. It's a done deal, really. You just don't know it yet because you haven't come to the conviction that you're in the possession of a one-way ticket either way you look at it."