It Happened, I Missed A Flight
So yeah, I don't know what else needs to be said. But this happened, and it’s not great. I knew that this was bound to happen eventually. I was on an ungodly lucky traveler’s streak and I knew it was unsustainable. When you’re cursed, like me, every good thing that happens to you has sometimes-equal, often times more-dramatic but opposite reaction. I’d had too many flights without delays, I’d narrowly missed the Atlanta Airport blackout by minutes, and I was riding high; that bubble was bound to pop. And pop it did.
I wish I had a cool "missing my flight" story, but I don’t even get to brag about that. I was so late to my flight that I basically got off the bus at the airport and surrendered. No rushing through security, no begging people to let me cut them in line because my flight was boarding, no dead sprint down the concourse that would have made my high school basketball coach proud, none of that. I just shrugged, waved a white flag, and started to searching for the nearest bar. When you’re cursed, you learn to accept your defeats. There are times when you beat fate, and there are times when fate beats you.
Now that I’m a guy who misses flights, I can say with confidence that the worst part about missing a flight is the momentary, split-second, oh-so-temporary elation. For an immeasurably short period of time you are so pumped that you missed your flight because your body thinks you no longer have to fly. That’s how terrible flying is, 200 bucks down the drain and the first thing that crosses your mind is “well at least I don’t have to do that thing I paid to do anymore”. Of course, your mind kicks in immediately reminding you that you do, indeed, still have to fly. And not only do you still have to fly, but you’ll now be spending even more time in an airport because you're a fucking idiot and cut it too close.
It’d be so much better to just realize how shitty it is right off the bat. But your body’s gotta go thinking it found a way out of it and getting your hopes up. So yeah, things have been better. If every single one of my blogs has a little bit more vehement hatred in it than usual, this is why.
