Woke up before the birds, and definitely looking worse than them..
It’s 6:45 AM and I already regret all my decisions, including being born.
Arrived at Gimhae Airport looking like I slept in the overhead bin…looking like a mix between a backpacker and a ghost of failed life choices.
Security guard asked if I was okay. I said ‘not really, but let’s fly anyway.
That robot cleaner gave me more emotional support than my last relationship.
Im going thru the security check, the staff look at me like I was the threat to aviation
The bag scanner beep. Not because of anything dangerous just at my emotional baggage
Check-in was smooth. Unlike my skin this morning.
I try to look normal while they scanned my bag of regrets
Gate area is peaceful. Probably because no one want to talk to the zombie I had become
Embarking the paxbus.
I have never been so close with human beings. Its my chance to socialize .
Got in line pretending I knew what I was doing. Classic economy class cosplay
Boarded with dignity. Lost it immediately trying to stuff my bag into the overhead like a failed Tetris piece
This is where I m going to park my backdoor.
This is very generous because a loser like me doesnt deserve this amount of space
Legroom only exists here as a rumor.
The safety instructions are more hopeful than my life goals
Time to get out of here.
That reminds me my ex , when she said to not approach her anymore.
LADIES I am single , you can always email me
Takeoff!
As we speed down the runway, I wonder if my will to live would catch up.
I look out the window like a main character but remember I’m just a side quest in someone else’s story.
Gimhae FC Stadium , where the UCL final will take place in 2030
At cruising altitude, the seatbelt sign turned off finally, the only commitment-free zone in my life.
We are facing Seoul during the approach
I could see the ground getting closer. Just like my deadlines and unresolved childhood trauma.
Everyone straightened their seats. I straightened my life perspective briefly, before forgetting again
We touched down like a gentle reminder that gravity is the only thing that consistently pulls me back.
The plane braked with more control than I show around convenience store snacks.
I think I am going to give up with women but give a try with men
The reverse thrust sounded like my brain trying to stop me from texting my ex.
A soft landing. Which is more than I can say about most of my social interactions hahahahahah
We left the plane faster than when my ex kicked me out of her place.
To be fair, she saw me eating her cat food
View from the paxbus.
