theonlyfeeling

A few days ago on the plane to san diego My pal Erik said he always sits in the aisle seat where as I prefer the window seat. He says he doesnt care for the view, I told him (And this probably isnt the best thing to say on a crowded plane) that I really enjoyed watching the plane take off and land, that I really liked to "absorb the terror of it".

Watching the ground get unconfortably far away, knowing that my life hangs in the balance amongst two drunks at the wheel of a poorly maintained machine that defies the will of God. Once I heard that in order to save on fuel costs, planes will no longer fly around turbulance, that instead they just barrel on through it, and in my mind, they hope for the best, Ive experienced this on two occasions and secretly felt i owed someone some money, because THIS was a a thrill!

Terror, there isnt any in my life, and thats kind of a fucking drag, I used to be full of stories about social confrontations and worldly hazards and misfiring guns, now I get exited about discovering a new pasta.

What happened to me? what did I lose? I never got arrested, I never got a girl pregnant, I never suffered a crippling injury, nothing happened to take away my propensity for excitement but nonetheless, here I sit, picking my nose and skimming my tivo looking for some good stories, what a dissapointment I am to myself, shame on me