The Middle Seat In The Plane

I've never liked crowded places. I've always avoided them.

So to be stuck in a confined and tiny place with rows and rows of people, I guess sometimes something's got to give.

I remembered travelling to San Francisco with my parents in the first half of last year, the plane from Singapore to San Francisco was completely filled. Every row and every seat was taken, business for Singapore Airlines was definitely good.

Upon entering I already felt the stuffy and stifled. I never thought about it until I sat down in the middle seat between both my parents. Immediately, I felt like I was going to suffocate. I must have lost some colour in my face because when I told my parents it was hard to breathe, my dad quickly stood up and gave me his aisle seat.

Almost instantly that felt better. And I reached for the bag just in case, and breathed into it.

No, it didn't work. Unlike the movies, but not unlike the comedic ones because that instant felt like I was the punchline.