Written on the airplane

One more place where it's abundantly clear that I'm too big. I'm sure that the guy next to me in the middle seat is spitting vitriol at me in his thoughts because I chose this flight and this seat. His body language is quite verbal. Right, as if I love to make myself and him super uncomfortable. I just adore rubbing legs with a stranger when there's no where else to go. I am blissful when my hips are too wide for the armrest to go all the way down, so when he puts his arm on it, it digs into me. I'm not experiencing utopia until my back has a crick from leaning unnaturally as far to the side as I can go and holding there so he will have some room, which he of course will use to get that said arm onto said armrest. Yes this is how I get my kicks. Only an hour and a half left to enjoy this zen state!