I can't be nice on airplanes.
I get conversation claustrophobia...in case you don't know what that is, it is real. I have it. If I don't know you, and we are contained in a vessel flying thousands of feet above the air and I have to turn my head to talk to you so I can't see outside (I always sit nearest the window) I just get queezy and absolutely crazy.
Last night, during my weekly flight to California, I felt so sad for the girl two rows in front of me. She had clearly just been through a very long day as she was the last one to run on the plane with flushed cheeks and luggage strewn about. It gets worse. She gets seated next to this man in the aisle row catty (kitty? cadie?) corner behind her. Not only did he talk to her the entire flight (which was only 56 minutes, but still...) but she had to turn nearly backwards just to listen to this man who chatted her ear off...
So if you get seated next to me on an airplane and I don't know you....sorry. I will be the girl next to you completely silent, avoiding eye contact lest you attempt to start random, unnecessary conversation. It's not you. It's me.
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