But all that reminded me of what I really wanted to post about.
So I still haven't bought my plane tickets to Japan. That's for the trip where I go to (among other things) watch the movie that starts in 84 days. (Such a large and comforting number, that. Three months. Only I see the movie at the end of the trip, so I'm down to two months and two weeks. Somehow that's not as comfortingly large.)
I was telling a friend of mine what the hold up on getting the tickets is. See, the flight I've found has a number of open seats. In fact, the flight's only about two-thirds booked. I have a wide range of choices in where to sit. Now, normally I go for the window seat, since I like leaning against the wall of the plane as a way of trying to sleep. But lately I've been getting frustrated at not being able to get up and walk around or whatever without disturbing the other people in my row, so I've been thinking that maybe I should be open to new opportunities and maybe go for an aisle seat instead. That seems simple enough. I'll grab an aisle seat in the area where I usually sit, on the section to the side.
But wait! I think. The center block of seats has a lot of rows with no one in them yet. Maybe if I get the aisle seat there I might luck out and get an entire row to myself. That would be pleasant. I should do that.
But what if it turns out that I don't get the row to myself? Then I'll be horribly disappointed and will be unhappy the entire flight.
At this point the voice of reason steps in: GET A GRIP, WOMAN! IT'S ONLY 12 HOURS, IT'S NOT THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!! THE IMPORTANT THING IS NOT WHICH SEAT YOU SIT IN, IT'S THAT THE SEAT IS GOING TO JAPAN! QUIT DITHERING AND BUY THE STUPID TICKET!
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Oh.
That makes a lot of sense.
My friend commented that I could start a new career: making hells for myself. I think I'm already there.
