Flying Southwest really puts me into panic mode. It enacts my fight, flight, or freeze response—and 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. Whether I end up squished in a middle seat or looking out the window, I would rather have the time to make my peace with it beforehand than worry about it in the terminal.

Also, this was my first time ever being in the A group. When I came back from the bathroom (mentioned in this is a catastrophe and I have to pee!!!), I went straight to the line to wait for 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 freaked out about someone asking me my boarding number or me having to tell someone I was supposed to be in front of them.

Another thing: why am I always delusional enough to think this might be the situation where I meet my boyfriend? Never have I ever sat next to a hot guy my age-ish on a plane… Oh, wait, look around. No one. Yeah, that’s what I thought :/.