Airports and Old Friends

My heart rate increases according to my proximity to an airport. I’m not even flying today, but I am experiencing about 100bpm just sitting here in baggage claim.

Everything about these places in unsettling. The stale, dry air. The erie lack of sound, despite the throngs of people, that makes you feel like maybe you’d even have a hard time hearing your own thoughts. Yes, even the grey speckled walls. God I hate everything having to do with flying.

The payoff is, I get to see a dear friend who lives in Denver. Really, the embarrassing realization that I should probably just take an ativan any time I’m within 5 miles of an airport, to spare my poor heart the work, is a reasonable price to pay for good company.