Airports and Buddhist Monks: a rant
Airports are funny places, you don’t really do much there besides waiting. You have one cup of overpriced coffee, you are so sleepy that if you are alone the delusions start early and if you are with other people you just want to be by yourself, “F*ck them” you think “Why can’t she just shut the f*ck up, we are all tired for christ sake.”
After the overpriced coffee you don’t really have much to do anyway, you can look at your phone and read or watch the same regurgitated stuff from your Facebook timeline, over and over again. Or you can look at other people who see regurgitated stuff on their smartphones. It’s pretty much the same. Newspapers are useless and yes the environment is just way too dull to be excited, — unless it is your first time flying.
To meet strangers is a dangerous affair because nowadays everybody is so paranoid about airports, security and strangers. Besides that, you are dressed in unconfortable clothes: I mean I have thermic boots, jeans, one rain jacket and a hoodie tied around my waist. How stupid we all look in the name of the idiotic weight rule and cabin luggage restriction. And then in despite of all the sacrifices, there is always that self entitled backpacker that somehow just got away with a 50kg backpack bigger than himself.
Realize this: we as a species construct this enormous complex just for people to wait. And you have to go through a series of endless queues. Yes, in airports there are queues for everything: toilet, check in, baggage claim, boarding, looking at the screens. Is all one big waiting queue. It is beyond ridiculous.
Specially when it is 32 degrees outside and I am in thermic boots. My feet are more wet than a semi tropical brothel toilet room. I already feel disgusting, my skin is already getting greasy. And then there’s that. Why is that every time I board on a plane my skin gets so greasy, my fingernails get black… pitch black, where all that dirt comes from? Are airplanes so dirty that you can’t even sit there that the dirtiness gets attracted to you like an hovering moon around Saturn? Is that what we are: flying Saturn’s, gas planets inside a metal spaceship going around another planet, that is another spaceship that is floating in sideral space?!
I look at my left and there it is, one special place, actually it is just a series of chairs. But those are comfortable chairs, properly isolated and clean. And for whom are these for? For monks.
So those little fat bald guys dressed in orange sheets get a more comfortable place than the rest of us because they serves God? They don’t even believe in God, one of them told them that.
What have they done for the human species that gives them a special place in airport waiting areas? Because they sleep on the floor, because they can’t play football, because they “can’t” eat meat? Jesus fucking Buddha, are you serious? If that is so, they are more used to crappy places than us anyway. It doesn’t make any sense.
Besides, let me just add this… What a crappy life: no good food, no sex, no creativity, no fun… But they can have a smartphone and facebook and get food and money for free. They hacked the system, they are the real hackers. Those little bald guys, how are they so fat anyway? Yeah just vegetables and fruit sliced inside a juicy tasty Burger King hamburger.
Spiritual enlightenment after all comes in the way of special comfy places in airport lounges. Not impressed, not impressed….
After the overpriced coffee you don’t really have much to do anyway, you can look at your phone and read or watch the same regurgitated stuff from your Facebook timeline, over and over again. Or you can look at other people who see regurgitated stuff on their smartphones. It’s pretty much the same. Newspapers are useless and yes the environment is just way too dull to be excited, — unless it is your first time flying.
To meet strangers is a dangerous affair because nowadays everybody is so paranoid about airports, security and strangers. Besides that, you are dressed in unconfortable clothes: I mean I have thermic boots, jeans, one rain jacket and a hoodie tied around my waist. How stupid we all look in the name of the idiotic weight rule and cabin luggage restriction. And then in despite of all the sacrifices, there is always that self entitled backpacker that somehow just got away with a 50kg backpack bigger than himself.
Realize this: we as a species construct this enormous complex just for people to wait. And you have to go through a series of endless queues. Yes, in airports there are queues for everything: toilet, check in, baggage claim, boarding, looking at the screens. Is all one big waiting queue. It is beyond ridiculous.
Specially when it is 32 degrees outside and I am in thermic boots. My feet are more wet than a semi tropical brothel toilet room. I already feel disgusting, my skin is already getting greasy. And then there’s that. Why is that every time I board on a plane my skin gets so greasy, my fingernails get black… pitch black, where all that dirt comes from? Are airplanes so dirty that you can’t even sit there that the dirtiness gets attracted to you like an hovering moon around Saturn? Is that what we are: flying Saturn’s, gas planets inside a metal spaceship going around another planet, that is another spaceship that is floating in sideral space?!
I look at my left and there it is, one special place, actually it is just a series of chairs. But those are comfortable chairs, properly isolated and clean. And for whom are these for? For monks.
So those little fat bald guys dressed in orange sheets get a more comfortable place than the rest of us because they serves God? They don’t even believe in God, one of them told them that.
What have they done for the human species that gives them a special place in airport waiting areas? Because they sleep on the floor, because they can’t play football, because they “can’t” eat meat? Jesus fucking Buddha, are you serious? If that is so, they are more used to crappy places than us anyway. It doesn’t make any sense.
Besides, let me just add this… What a crappy life: no good food, no sex, no creativity, no fun… But they can have a smartphone and facebook and get food and money for free. They hacked the system, they are the real hackers. Those little bald guys, how are they so fat anyway? Yeah just vegetables and fruit sliced inside a juicy tasty Burger King hamburger.
Spiritual enlightenment after all comes in the way of special comfy places in airport lounges. Not impressed, not impressed….
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