I have airport sickness.
I feel sick nauseated and a terrible headache attacks me when I sit in an airport lounge or stroll through the shopping areas of an airport.
Airports make me feel small and entrapped, confined in a limited area, confined within myself. In this confined space, my only companion is me. So here I m doomed to face my fears and nightmares, I m doomed to spend my hours with myself.
I always had this fear that there may not be enough oxygen for us to breath in this big box they call the airport.
Love manifests itself in airports. You can see people hugging in farewell, or kissing in excitement or just holding hands in reassurance and support. That's when my aloneness grows way out of proportions and I grow so irrationally lonely and smaller. I shrink into myself.
The worst part of the trip is arrival to find no one waiting. The process of finding your way out of the waiting crowd wishing someone special was waiting for you there with a smile, makes arrival so much a dream of the impossible, a process doomed to disappointment. And once you arrive you are on your own as ever, trying to figure out the mean of transportation to take and what to do next.
It might not be too dramatic as I bad it sound. Maybe at times I enjoy it all and it gives me an ecstasy or an enjoyable sense of accomplishing and dependence. Maybe yes, but at others I feel so much pathetic self pity.
This what jWoman had to say today
Extracts from the diary of an independent but alone woman.
I feel sick nauseated and a terrible headache attacks me when I sit in an airport lounge or stroll through the shopping areas of an airport.
Airports make me feel small and entrapped, confined in a limited area, confined within myself. In this confined space, my only companion is me. So here I m doomed to face my fears and nightmares, I m doomed to spend my hours with myself.
I always had this fear that there may not be enough oxygen for us to breath in this big box they call the airport.
Love manifests itself in airports. You can see people hugging in farewell, or kissing in excitement or just holding hands in reassurance and support. That's when my aloneness grows way out of proportions and I grow so irrationally lonely and smaller. I shrink into myself.
The worst part of the trip is arrival to find no one waiting. The process of finding your way out of the waiting crowd wishing someone special was waiting for you there with a smile, makes arrival so much a dream of the impossible, a process doomed to disappointment. And once you arrive you are on your own as ever, trying to figure out the mean of transportation to take and what to do next.
It might not be too dramatic as I bad it sound. Maybe at times I enjoy it all and it gives me an ecstasy or an enjoyable sense of accomplishing and dependence. Maybe yes, but at others I feel so much pathetic self pity.
This what jWoman had to say today
Extracts from the diary of an independent but alone woman.
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