Plane flight
I realized some very important things about myself in the crucible of the 17.5+ hour flight back to grey Toronto Town.
It seems that I have passed a critical phase in life: I was next to a screaming toddler and a howling baby for the trip. Meant nothing to me. I slept easily, deeply, in fact. Sometimes I would laugh and think
"You filthy howlers, indeed i celebrate internally whatever pain you are feeling..."
Other times i would think:
"Poor shriekers... ah well we all did this once. No living human can maintain the moral high ground over babyhowls..."
This is a crucial step to take .. since in the past crying babies used to make me cringe, like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Also... damn it, the flight did not seem all that long to me! 17.5 h! Not so bad!
Truly, time does move faster when you age. No question about it. I completely feel it now, and see it. Ouch. This means that the second half of your life will whiz by faster than the first half. Great ;)
