Today is my fifth day of Ativan reduction. Thinking I was being clever, I woke Pup up at 2:30 AM to take him out to poop so I could sleep in. He STILL woke me up at 7, wide awake, licking me with his morning breath, and ready to start his day. I couldn’t convince him to shut his eyes for just another hour. Anyway, I just wanted you to know the reason I’m only half present and cranky this morning.
I dread sitting next to chatty people. I don’t mind them at social events, but being cocooned in an airplane for 6 hours, shoulder-to-shoulder with a complete stranger, both competing to get the majority of the 2-inch-wide armrest and then topping that scenario with having to chat with their face and onion-mixed-with-alcohol breath 6 inches away from my face is, well, a nightmare scenario for my introverted self. It’s a personal space violation in every way that’s legal. That’s another reason I hate flying. Unfortunately for Mr. Onion-Breath (fortunately for me), I hate it so much, I stick earplugs in my ears so they know I don’t want to talk.
Sometimes being an introvert means being a bit of an asshole, but I can’t help the revolting thought of flash intimacy with an extrovert.
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Middle Seat