i was on a flight from boston to hong kong, via newark. an 1100 am flight from boston turned into a 530 pm wheels up, and then we didn't take off from newark until 800 pm. after 20 minutes in the air, a man in front and to the right of me started accosting the man behind him for touching the seat too much.
"i can feel you kicking the seat, can i get some sleep?"
— "i'm not kicking the seat."
"you may not think you are, but i can feel it. am i saying it right, am i speaking s-l-o-w-l-y enough?"
and so on and so on with both voices raised well above normal cabin chat. the kicker looked at me for some sort of support, i just shut my eyes.
on the flight, i watched "lost in translation" for the first time. amazing that i never saw it until now. i probably need to watch it again, but there were some parts that made an impression. of course, the end. what i appreciated most was the notion that, despite the entirety of their lives that they have to deal with, they could finally realize the importance of those moments shared. humans do not spend enough time understanding how significant connections can be. will they result in something much bigger? a friendship, a relationship, more? it doesn't really matter, but the experience needs to be recognized and social conventions need to be trashed.
taking a chance and having something happen, is far better than getting in a taxi and just going home.
ok. good.
2 comments:
It's so interesting what happens when you take everyone out of their usual context. We seem to magnify who we are. If you're an asshole, you are now an even bigger asshole. If you are introspective you go even deeper. Mundane regularity will do the opposite.
HK is awesome ...
How was it?
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