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Pressure cooker heartbursts. While we're on the topic of airports, let's look at those fits of emotion at the departure gate.What is it about "now boarding in 5 minutes" that opens the floodgates of our hearts and makes us dump all our raw feelings out on some poor dude with carry-on bags? You've seen it happen. The cliche love confession on the train platform. The first "I love you!" at the final boarding call. Heck, even Princess Leia spilled her guts to a soon-to-be-frozen Han Solo. Um. Why? Is it because we're our most honest when the pressures at its highest? With just seconds left, do we crack and lose all restraint because of the risk of not taking that opportunity? Or is it pure desperation? Or... are we secretly more cynical than that? Is it more a case of our knowing that he has a while flight to forget about that high-risk confessed love or that gutsy showing of your heart's cards? It's a long busy flight after all. Clever, calculated risk-taking. The next time you're seeing someone off at an airport, will you go nuts trying to figure your own motives out and end up sticking with a plain ol' handshake and a, "Well, have a good trip"? If so, then somewhere, at 30,000 feet he's going to sink into his seat, dejected, thinking, "She hates me..." Posted by Bella at 1:07 PM# 0 Comments:
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