Life is unfair. And when deep-seeded feelings of loneliness already exist in the heart… well that makes those unfair circumstances all the more difficult to bear.
I’ve just spent the past 20 minutes fuming -- sitting here wishing things had gone differently, as hot tears of frustration roll down my cheeks. I don’t bother to hide them, because frankly I don’t care.
As I think of who I can blame (and of course it’s the airline), I wonder why in the world I am so upset. For one thing, I spent the last 4 hours on a plane, anxiously awaiting the flight to end so that I could meet up with my best friend whom I haven’t seen for a year and a half. Finally -- we’ll be able to sit down and enjoy the next 6-hour flight together -- on our way to Kauai.
Finally -- we can become excited together as we head for vacation. Finally -- a friend to talk to!
Wrong.
Apparently when you don’t share the same name -- or aren’t at least swapping spit with your partner -- then it is perfectly fine to split you up and seat you in two completely different sections of the plane.
“I bought these tickets several months ago, and I specifically picked out our seats to be together.”
“Well so did I,” replied the woman who felt the need to defend her boyfriend (as he conveniently sat quietly in what was SUPPOSED to have been my best friend’s seat). She then added with emphasis, “We’re not moving, honey. These are OUR seats.”
I sat there in bewilderment as I pondered the thought. The airline finds it perfectly ok to move people around, switching seats on us at the last minute -- and then when they are asked to fix it, there seems to be “nothing they can do” because everyone around us are couples and no one wants to be split up.
As my friend texts me from the back of the plane “It’s ok”, I respond swiftly with a “No, it’s NOT ok! I’ve spent forever planning this trip, and I’ve worked really hard at it. I’ve been looking forward to this, and this isn’t right. I am SO pissed!”
So there I sat. Completely irritated, but it was more than that -- I was angry. And I was sad. Why was I becoming so emotional over THIS? It really wasn’t that big of a deal…
As the wheels left the runway and the plane began to soar over the city, I looked out the window. And then I began to cry even more. It had hit me. This “unfair circumstance” had hit a nerve. The city I was looking out over was Phoenix -- and down below were all my friends…my church…all of my favorite places I used to go. I was so close… and yet so far.
It has been nearly a year since I left, and not a day goes by that I still don’t think about it. I no longer have any friends, no favorite places to go… no niche to call my own anymore.
Suddenly I knew why I was so upset. It was the loneliness that was lashing out in me. After all this time without companionship, I had been looking so forward to having a good friend to talk to…
These couples had no idea. I’m sure they hadn’t been separated from THEIR significant other for the past year and a half. I’m sure THEY hadn’t been in a position where they hadn’t had friends for a whole year. I was the one who needed to be sitting with her travel companion more than THEY were. It simply wasn’t fair.
And that was just it. Life isn’t fair -- plain and simple. We’ve got to make the best of things and just deal when things don’t go our way. But the nerve that was hit sure wasn’t making it easy for me to do…