What Flight Report would do without me?
Dont take this line seriously , actually what a nolife like me would do without Flight Report?
Thats what Im wondering as Im starting to write this report.
id, wallet, dignity… Oops, only brought two.
I show up like a broke romantic comedy side character hair slightly damp from Busan’s passive aggressive humidity, Taxi drivers glance at me and immediately decide I’m not a threat to national safety or anyone’s romantic prospects.
I walk in like I’m somebody, but everyone can tell I peaked in 2012 (maybe 2011, not sure)
My vibe screams “last-minute escape plan” but all I’m escaping is emotional accountability.
TSA doesn’t even check me. They assume life’s already punished me enough.
The scanner briefly considered rejecting me for “emotional excess baggage”.
Honestly between you and I , I keep hoping someone will randomly search me just to feel something.
Gate 33. Again. Like my life: predictable, uneventful, and surrounded by people who pretend they don’t see me eating snacks out of my own backpack like a rat in cargo.
I wish I could be sharp too… Not the bus ahahaha
We board like depressed sardines.
I am boarding the last. I am pretending I am part of the staff but none looks entertained about my joke. I tried to catch the attention of the stewardess but she rolled her eyes. I am sure I still have a chance …if I run away she will try to catch my heart
The brand new cabin of this 737 max doesnt make me forget that Im still maintaining my toxic relationship with Tway
I get a window seat because sometimes God likes to give you hope before reminding you you’re alone. The guy next to me coughs once. I mentally rewrite my will.
This new cabin is actually great
This man is cheering my up for my life. That must be the only human being who is actually showing care to me since June 2014
My seat cushion had more bounce than my career.
We take off however I am not very please with the way they are doing . I am going to ask the staff if we can come back and take off one more time
We lift. I feel… nothing. Just air pressure and the familiar weight of mediocrity. I try to act calm but every bump reminds me I’ve never had stability emotional or aerodynamic.
Someone starts praying. It’s me. I’m praying I’ll feel something in my damn life
Nice view of Nampo-Dong
No snacks. No thoughts. Just me, turbulence, and unresolved emotional damage. I stare out the window like it’s a music video but the soundtrack is just sighing.
my knees making love with the front seat
The guy next to me falls asleep. I envy his peace.
We are landing soon.
We can see the city of Seoul already
We are parallel to the runway.
We will make a tight turn
We touch down. Gently. Unlike life.
I clap mentally. Not for the pilot..just for surviving another day of being me. I walk off like I’m walking into another mistake.
This cabin looks fresh unlike me
This A321 is good and I want to fly on it again
Its time to unleash the beast. SEOUL I AM HERE.
nobody cares, I pretend to do something on my phone but nobody texted me.
