Flying Southwest really puts me into panic mode. It enacts my fight, flight, or freeze. I do exactly all of them. I fight the urge to cuss out a baby. I take a flight. And I freeze in every single confrontation I have with someone in the line. It gets scary. People are cutthroat. I would really rather just know my seat assignment ahead of time rather than have mega anxiety until I’m sitting in my seat, whether squished in a middle seat or looking out the window, I would rather have the time to make my peace with it than worry about it.

Also, this was my first time ever being in the A group. So when I came back from the bathroom (mentioned in this is a catastrophe and I have to pee!!!) and went straight to the line to wait until boarding. Well, of course boarding took longer than expected so I was standing there for over 10 minutes. I felt like a fool. Every time someone got close to me I could feel my blood boil as I was freaking out about someone asking me my number or me having to tell someone I’m supposed to be in front of them.

Another thing. Why am I always delusional enough to think this would maybe be the situation where I meet my boyfriend. Never have I ever sat next to a hot guy my age-ish on a random seat-assigned plane… oh no one’s drinking. Yeah, that’s what I thought :/.