i have the bad tendency of making strong judgements regarding people on airplanes. for example, i'm sandwiched between two men. the one to the left looks about twenty five, is clean cut and rather normal. t-shirt, jeans, no strange tattoos, piercings or extreme hairstyles (overall, he would pass honor code at BYU). a "nice-looking boy". i sit down, rather pleased, and we make eye contact. he looks away quickly. strike one, but i havent made any assumptions yet. i rummage around for my seatbelt and realize that the strap between us is caught underneath him. he makes no attempts to help me out or get up. strike two, but i'm still not worried because i dont like seatbelts anyways. i let it slide and remain unbuckled. he assumes the typical stance of any man on any flight (i wont go into this, but it is one of my biggest pet peeves). widespread knees flooding into my space and fat elbows practically resting on my ribs. ofcourse my legs are tightly crossed, hands resting in my lap, elbows tucked into my side. but i dont hold it against him, society and gender stereotypes have corrupted this otherwise innocent young man since the time he was born. he has no control over that. then something happens that changes all my optimistic hopes for our pleasant flight relationship. something so revolting i had to stop myself from dry heaving. something so absolutely inappropriate and contrary to any social norm i could hardly believe my eyes. in one swift movement he leans back, lifts his left leg and rests it on his right knee, exposing a fat, pale, smelly bare foot. if he had pointed his toe it would have massaged my thigh. STRIKE THREE. I DONT LIKE YOU.
besides that, its been a smooth flight. california was epic. los angeles, san clemente, san diego, palm springs, laguna, venice. my first in&out burger experience. lots of fun firsts. lots of film. lots of love.
some samples from the new fisheye. more to come. more rolls to develop. expensive habit. atleast its not drugs.
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