Quote: (12-30-2014 10:18 PM)Brodiaga Wrote:
That's nothing. Imagine you board a fully booked international flight, economy class, and next to you there is a fat cunt like that. Holy fuck!
I saw a man and his wife on a recent plane flight. He was short, late middle aged, and balding, with a permanent frown moulded into his face. Both the corners of his mouth and his nose turned downwards, permanently. His arms were weak and disproportionate to his body, moving limpily from his curved upper back in a weakened hunch that could have been fixed with a steady gym commitment.
His wife was a full 4-6 inches taller than him, and twice his weight. My mind reeled in horror at the thought of his predicament: middle seat next to his fat wife, who was billowing from the window seat into his territory. I wondered if he found her rolls comforting. They both pulled out their electronic glass, communicating every now then, both with feminine gestures. They began to play, what was that?! Candy Crush. Poking around at the screen absent-mindedly.
I caught glimpses of them, later, feeling a bit of sympathy for the man. He was clearly having distinct enjoyment out of watching the free cooking channel available over the plane's internet service. That's all that he has to look forward to: vicarious living through an 8 inch screen of gorilla glass.
I questioned if they even had sex anymore, not trying to visualize it. I wondered if they had kids at some point. I looked at them both, and couldn't imagine it. I genuinely had sympathy for both of them at this point. They had comfort in each other, but they were trapped in their mode of living. Desire to change was long sucked out of them. Any hint of an escape for either of them may have been the beginning of a total revelation and life change - possibly causing the other to become depressed or change themselves.
Things like that make me resolve to never stop reaching for my own goals and self-evaluating.