It's the little things (I think)

No matter what, I can say one thing: my life is far from boring and ordinary. And that pleases me to no end.

I think this is so for several reasons. One are external circumstances. Things such as the fact that my jobs have given me great flexibility in terms of the ability to travel, have a random work schedule, and travel to interesting and new places FOR work. I also have wonderful friends and random connections, have lived in great cities, and just happen to be in the right place at the right time a lot.

Another is my slightly manic, adventurous, conniving, and self-destructive nature. The things that I think of (and follow through with), the mode in which I operate (I think I turn it up to 11 quite often), and my general maxim of "always look on the bright side" help greatly.

I think as a human being, I am 100 percent filling that role. We're all creatures of pleasure, and all I try to do is seek pleasure, do things that make me feel good, and try to let that pleasure seep into those I find that pleasure with. Wow, rereading that sentence, I feel like I should write a column for Penthouse about pleasure. I'll leave that out of this blog.

Anyways, I think I should expand more on these tenets at some point. But for now, back to the non-boring life I lead.

My non-boring life leads me to my current situation. I sit at JFK airport, awaiting a flight to Washington D.C., which will then connect me to Raleigh N.C. My flexible job allows me to take a Thursday afternoon flight and work remotely on a Friday. I'm heading to Raleigh because I have awesome friends I love who pull me there. So I'm flying to N.C. for a few days to have some pleasure.

Now, it's around 4 p.m., and my flight should leave in 30 minutes. I was SUPPOSED to leave at 1:30 on a direct flight, but that one was canceled due to plane maintenance.

I originally had a 7:30 flight booked to Raleigh, but paid some cash to fly earlier to avoid potential evening traffic delays in the sky. A lot of help that did. I'll end up (hopefully) arriving in Raleigh only about an hour before my original flight was set to arrive.

So I'm on a mini adventure now, sweating the connection times a bit, and generally just existing in limbo right now. I kinda like feeling like that at times. Airports give me a lot of comfort, because I am absolutely in control of NOTHING, and just have to be forced to exist. Sure, that's frustrating at times (like when planes don't work), but in general, I have no obligation or responsibility to do anything but find things to amuse (there goes a pleasure reference again) myself. Selfish me.

People should travel more. Not necessarily for the destination, but the travel process. It's invigorating! You're leaving town! Pack your bags! Who cares where, but in a few hours, you're going to be somewhere you weren't earlier in the day. New things await that your normal circumstances and routine might not allow you to experience.

Sitting in the airport today has been anything but dull, keeping my attention throughout my various frustrations and travel failures. The following things have occurred today:

1) Two parents teaching their kid to read by having him read a tribute magazine for Michael Jackson. It was strange.

2) Got to witness a Delta representative get on the phone with a 15 year old girl's dad to explain the cancellation situation to him, and watch the horror and fear creep up on his face during the call. Even though there is absolutely nothing that could have happened to the Delta guy, it's nice to see that fearing a girl's father is still mostly universal.

3) Got a whistle blown at me twice while almost getting run over by a guy driving the handicap/elder cart.

4) Was part of a photo shoot for a Delta ad, which was during our delay! The guy asked if people would mind not lying on the ground for the shoot, to which a collective guffaw was thrown.

5) Saw a kid with a "Jesus Rocks" shirt which was in a heavy metal font. Capitalism!

All in all, there's nothing absolutely crazy about my day, no story that is eating me alive because I need to keep sharing it over and over. No, just a slightly unusual day, and not being the norm is enough for me. It means that I cannot just say today was another day. I like that.

Who knows what awaits in D.C.!