I guess I have been feeling a bit lost, or perhaps better defined as traveling with no destination. I know exactly where I am, just no idea where I'm going. How does one find meaning in that which he is not able to claim? I'm a part of about a million things but none of them are mine, and none of them claim me as a full part of the team. So how do you find meaning in that? So sorry for the hiatus from writing, but I’ve been trying to find a way to say anything.
But I guess the only reason people read this is due to my list of observations. So here is today’s: why is it that no matter where you are, airport stores are run by people who do not speak English as a primary language? Is there some sort of underground job market for airports that I am not aware of? Are the airports in India staffed with English speaking Aryans? All I have to say is this: if you can't say pomegranate passion correctly then you should not be behind the counter at jamba juice taking responsibility for making me fruity goodness... Also I would like to know why we have not invented a better way of flying children on airplanes? Can't we hand out anti-crying meds at the door? Tranquilizers? This kid has been crying for almost an hour and I'm starting to lose my mind.
Several hours later I am on my next flight and we have the same attractive stewardess. She just threatened to send all of us to airplane detention. I don't know what that means exactly, but I'm going to need more details before I say I'm against such a proposition. She just sat down next to us!... Oh, she wants one of us. Since we will never know, I'm just going to assume it's me.
