Wavering Between Left And Right

Chapter 1

The man didn't flinch, he just stared at me in confusion. "Uh..Do I look worse in real life?" He questioned with a small giggle.

I didn't say anything, because I was currently PULLING MYSELF TOGETHER.

"Are you okay? Are you dying? What's happening? Can you speak? How many fingers am I-" I cut him off, "Clearly I already died, because this has got to be Hell." I said without really thinking, he just stared with a wide expression. If those blue ocean-like eyes got any bigger I'd expect water to start pouring out of them.

"Maybe I need to stop talking to strangers.." He mumbled to himself. Of course he thought I was insane, but hey that'd make him not want anything to do with me.

So I decided to act, "Has anyone ever told you that you have very nice ankles?" I asked, he was finally speechless and just stared at me as if I were a dancing zebra or some weird shit. It was hard not to laugh at that. Very hard.

I began to walk away but heard him burst in a fit of laughter. I rolled my eyes and turned around. "Your Tinder bio was right, you are quite the knee slapper. I like you." Kill. Me. Now. Behead me. Hang me. Shoot me repeatedly. Please. Dear god. End my life. I hate people, I hate social interaction, I hate my existence.

And fast forward - I am stuck sitting with him on the goddamn plane. I hope the plane crashes and we all-okay that's a bit too much, I need to get my head straight.

I went to the bathroom to take a breather, and, maybe talk to myself. "Come on this isn't that bad. I mean, at least I don't sit with someone a lot bigger than me who has some weird pickle collection, snores and picks their nose. Phil's.. nice." I reassured myself with a cringe.

I went back to my seat and saw Phil talking to someone across our seat. God does this guy ever be quiet and not make conversation? Conversation is so exhausting.

I sat down and of course he began talking to me.

After hours it was dark and I was ready for sleep. But, of course Phil wouldn't shut the hell up, which kept me awake.

"So Dan, what made you decide to go to America?" He asked,

"My brain, duh" I remarked. I was exhausted from all the social interaction today so I was not interested in any conversation at all. I got my pillow out and rested my head on it.

"Are you sleeping now?" He asked,

"Nope, just you know, jogging." I answered sarcastically while getting comfortable.

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Big surprise, Phil woke me up, it was 8 fucking a.m.

"You mumble in your sleep." He pointed out, I yawned and cocked my head back at him in irritation, "Is that why you woke me up at-" I checked the time, "8:17 IN THE MORNING!?"

What'd I expect? Obviously he would be a morning person.

"No, I woke you up because its 8 in the morning." He said, I whined. "For fuck sake, Phil-"

"You curse a lot. I'm guessing someone's not a morning person." He interrupted, I sighed loudly, "Yes, Phil, clearly I'm not a bloody morning person!"

I noticed some people look at me and realized how loud and obnoxious I was being. Phil doesn't bring out the best in me. I whine again and dig my face into my pillow.

When we landed, I ran off, only to slam into a woman with purple hair. Fuck!

I get up pressing on my forehead in pain, and help her up. Just because I'm not a people person doesn't mean I treat people like shit. "I am so sorry, are you okay?" I ask

"Why can't you just wait to see your family like everyone else? But, yes, I may have a concussion, but I'm okay."

I sigh, of course everyone is waiting to see their loved ones here, and I'm just wanting to start a new life. I complain about people and social interaction isn't my favorite, but deep down I crave it. I'm so lonley, and I don't blame anyone, I mean I act like such a grumpy old man sometimes-most times.

The woman's face lights up and she smiles, it must be her boyfriend getting off of the plane, I should just get out of here. I begin walking, but stop when I hear Phil behind me.

"Harp!" He shouts, I swear, all of America can hear his voice.

I turn around and see him hugging the woman I ran into. I begin laughing, maybe its because Im a little sleep deprived, but this is hilarious. He's everywhere, I'm not sure if its badluck, or destiny, but I'm starting to think that I can never get rid of him.