Why Not Rant?

~ Things I Dislike In Airplane Rides ~

Don't get me wrong, I love to travel. Seriously. I love the rush of driving your cart and claiming your ticket and listening to the flight attendants to know if you've been left by your plane and to get off the plane waiting for some kind of movie-like breeze to hit your face so that your hair goes flying back and stuff.

But since this is a rant book, might as well rant, right?

Things I dislike in airplane rides:

1) When an infant starts crying.
Come on, guys. I know I'm not the only one. *cue Sam Smith*
You guys might get the wrong idea. Babies, infants, they are adorable. Their cute, tiny little fingers and their baby cheeks never fail to make me reconsider my age. But, BUT, when they start crying- especially in the plane, I cannot help but sigh and face-palm. I honestly shouldn't be complaining. I mean, when I was a baby, the only thing I actually did was cry my butt off- but my mom didn't leave me cradled in a box on the doorstep of some house. So to say his is quite unfair. But what can I do? I ain't no mother yet.
What I do when this happens? I put on either headphones or earphones and turn the volume to a raging maximum- to drown out the cry.

2) Everyone on the plane just seems too serious.
The dude across me is either glued to his computer screen, reading the airline magazine, or snoring his head off. You might be saying, "Of course! What would he do, sing Wrecking Ball?" Well. That is completely understood. Anyone sane and coding their lives by the social norm would probably be glued to the computer screen, reading the airline magazine, or sleeping. But I, who is a friend-proclaimed weirdo, would actually like it if something outside the social norm would happen. Nothing morbid or dangerous, just something that could. . .be more than typing and stuff. Whenever I have airplane rides, nobody talks, nobody does anything. When I look around me everyone seems so attached to Microsoft Word. It's like I'm in Erudite(only those who read Divergent would understand this), where everyone's so calculated and. . . I dare myself to say this. . . robotically and monotonously boring. Everyone around me has laptops and Microsoft and I'm like, "Can I ask for crayons and a coloring book, please?"

3) The shades of the window must be closed while the airplane is aloft.
This kind of sucks. When I want to look out the window, the flight stewardess comes to my aisle and tells me, "Uhm, ma'am, I'm sorry but you must keep the window shade down while on the aircraft," and I'm like, just-go-with-the-flow-smiling and saying, "Okay. Sorry," but in reality, my sarcastic self wants to say, "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't think that if I keep the window shade up this whole plane will plummet itself to our death." I mean, I do want to see the view. Call me impatient, but trust me, everyone has a touch of impatience.