Well, im putting this in the "travel" category... except it probably should be in the category of "terror" and "sadness" This lame short video above is from Sunday Jan 6, 2008, I was outside the Minneapolis/st paul airport. I was out in California for the holidays.. from Dec 22, to Jan 6.... so i basically just got back to Memphis... I was out to visit PAUL... (look at my about page) The visit didnt go that great..
But, in any case... the following is what I wrote on my connecting flight from Minneapolis to Memphis.. Usually, i dont post entries this personal... but.. what the hell??
JAN 6, 2008.. On the plane
Well, Im on the plane home (I guess) and the noise is deafening. In all the time that Ive flown-so many times! I have never been seated in the VERY BACK of a TINY northwest DC9. My head (this plane only has two engines-rather than four) and my head and ear is next to the left engine. I havent slept in I guess about 30 hours and things arent going as well as they were this morning. I just popped a seroquel because I feel this tearful rage of paniac sweaping over me. Since, I have the window seat, I cried-just the kind where tears run down your face and tears are still running down my face. I know that normal people would feel about the same as I do after not sleeping for so long, and being terrified of the tiny bucket of bolts thats holding me and these Rude ass sky waitress's up in the air.... (sorry but I hate them) Dont have to explain why---Black flight attendent is on this flight and she said to some other attendent, "Oh once this flight lands im going out to the (Memphis clubs and hyke up my skirt, girl" (SLUT, Nasty Memphis Slut)
Nevermind, I do suppose that the non-mentally ill folk who are also writing to "NO ONE" would feel such an extreme difference of emotions all in one, and then thinking (even though Im exhausted and not rational) When I finally get home--I NEED!! NO, I MUST!!! Take this fear, rage and sadness and cut myself or overdose or throw a tantrum.... because someone is supposted to be taking care of me. I dont care who it is.. I JUST WANT THEM ALIVE!!! Someone is supposted to be next to me, stopping my tears and calming my rage. SOMEONE... See thats how it works... Someone is supposted to be there at the airport to pick me up---BUT NO ONE IS--so i have to take a cab.
Someone -a human is supposted to be waiting for me--with open arms/ and food and cat food. Someone is supposted to be there so that I can cry out my terror and not harm myself, but no one is.. No one has been there for 21 years (neither mom nor dad) thats almost all my life. I get so damn angry because moms not there. THATS all i want. My mom, thats all.. My greatest fear is dying alone..
MY GREATEST FEAR IS DYING ALONE!!
Why do I even write anything I almost know for certain that if I was eight years old.. right now and I was crying, lost in an airport----A place where the happy go to meet their families, a place where the sad go--just cause they have to... and being on this plane and walking around in Minnesota I could almost feel the coldness and the selfishness in all the strangers hearts... Its as though they all look right through me---even though they never notice me with there eyes.. I can almost feel that they know I have no one to come home too. and I can almost hear them laughing at me/mocking me.... Thinking fondly of their lover or their friend or their family whom they will soon see.. and I WONT..
I took the seroquel, I cant handle this.. LET ME OFF.. GOD LET ME OFF.. Dont let the cab driver hurt me.. I know im going back to a Rat Hole-U dont need to remind me..
WHY WONT SOMEONE PROTECT ME???
So, this is an entry that I wrote on my first flight to Minnesota... before I freaked out and wrote the journal above.. This is early in the morning.. 8:30..on the plane..
Its really hard not to use "I" in this. Well, im in the air right now, over some odd state heading to Minnesota. The plane left San Fran and goes north through Nevada and WYOMING! and SOUTH DAKOTA! DAMN!! (Just places ive never been) Theres snow on the ground (pretty) Most likely the last snow I'll see for a while. Im tryin to think of some humerous antidode about traveling. (Well its 11 am central and I just had a miller lite for 5 bucks) and a pepsi--bet im gonna pee soon. There is a lady walking her stupid screaming baby up and down the isle. I got lucky, this flight I got the window seat and the person next to me is one seat over--YEAH!! Hes some scruffy looking guy) U know, I guess for "Old 31 year old morons like me who take the same flight over and over (even though ive always been scared of flying) (to be honest i really think that God and my parents are holding up the plane) (I have the mysterious angle charm that was left on my flight to California around my neck)--(Oh dear turbulance) I guess any humerous observation that I would have is that coach class on a plane is kinda like riding on a nasty city bus. Theres no Fucking room--you have no clue what loser is gonna sit next to you.
Oh, im out of observations, i stayed up all night.. I wrote some real odd sex stuff the other night... Oh well... So far im not quite as depressed as I thought I would be... MY VAG HURTS THOUGH!!
I need to discuss two things.. the movie Jesus camp and the internet film zeigt geist---just a reminder to myself..
Oh yeah, my mommy, when we would fly she used to look out at the clouds and tell that I was looking at heaven, and angels were up here in the clouds playing the harp like she wanted to. I guess I could talk about a personal relationship with christ--via the Jesus Camp movie--SCARY FUNDAMINALIST!!! That will never be religion to me.. On the day before new years eve, Paul and me were scheduled to go to the snow (sierras) for two days. Well, i broke the cough syrup rules again. I drank a bottle and a half--and once again I was in terrible fear for my life. So, before I took the epicac syrup which made me barf about ten times... I was talking to who I believe is my personal savior... I was not bargaining for my life---like some do... but more trying to give him reasons to save my butt from hospilization.. I wasnt saying... Oh lord if u save me from hospilization tonight I promise to do this and this..... Basically i was saying... Wait a Sec... U know I have to take care of Georgie. U know my dream is to write a book--im not quite done yet.....
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