

Iapos;ve come to the realisation that I donapos;t believe in airports.
I donapos;t mean that I donapos;t think theyapos;re necessary, or that I donapos;t agree with them or something like that.
I literally mean I donapos;t
believe in them, much in the same way as I donapos;t believe in the Easter Bunny.
I think this is maybe because I donapos;t regard airports as being a "place" in of themselves, theyapos;re more like a state of transience in between actual locations.
Iapos;m only coming to this conclusion because Iapos;ve noticed my behaviour at airports is sort of unique for me. Itapos;s not quite how I act when Iapos;m at my home on my own, but itapos;s not quite how I act in any other sort of public place. Itapos;s some odd halfway point between the two.
I think theyapos;re weird because an airport is some place that nobody wants to go to, but everybody has to. I could go to Japan, America, Canada, England tomorrow It doesnapos;t really matter
where but along the way Iapos;m going to have to spent time in the departure lounge of Dublin Airport.
Any airport you regularly spend time at (Dublin/Heathrow/Gatwick for me) is simultaneously very familiar, and completely new. Itapos;s familiar because scructurally it never changes, but itapos;s always different because the people there are never the same.
I think thatapos;s kind of an important point, because thereapos;s a part of my brain that sort of refuses the possibility of being embarrased in a place where I donapos;t know anybody, and the next time Iapos;m there, itapos;ll be an entirely new set of people I donapos;t know.
About 4 or 5 trips ago I was in Heathrow, and I was really ill, so I got a table in a restaurant/pub that has couches. I threw my jacket over the couch, sprawled full length across it, with my legs sticking out over the armrest, with one arm behind my head "lazy-style" leisurely sipping at my coffee, or eating my fish and chips with my fingers, completely eschewing the concept of cutlery; while simultanously reading a book.
It was comfortable as hell, and it made me feel marginally better.
(this was also a unique scenario in that there was someone there I recognised, but it doesnapos;t count because it was just Louie Walsh)
Then 3 trips ago I was in the same airport, same restaurant/pub place, but the couch was taken, so I sat on this continuous leather seat that spanned the length of the wall, except it was really high and hard to get comfortable. So I took off my shoes (revealing my odd socks), sat cross-legged on the seat thing, put on my big-ear-muff headphones, and rocked out while playing Elite Beat Agents/Ouendan on the DS. I got really into it too, I noticed myself head-bobbing to the rhythm at points, and I might have even being going "Du du duuuu" under my breath. I wasnapos;t just for a few minutes either, I pretty much beat the entire game in that sitting (Curse you "Ready Steady Go" and your un-skippable 34 second intro sequence).
In both of these situations, looking back, I must have looked really weird to the outside observer, and certainly if I was in a normal restaurant, normal pub or even just a shitty sandwich bar I wouldnapos;t have acted that way. But at the airport I didnapos;t give a second thought to getting as comfortable as I could possibly make myself for the duration of my wait.
Anyone else find themselves acting weird in departure areas?
Moral of todayapos;s story: I really donapos;t believe in airports
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