As the plane shakes my whole body vibrates.
I think about the previous movie I watched.
What if something disastrous happens?
Who would be my Rose if I am Jack?
Who would I devote my life to saving?
But the worst thing that happens is my coke spills.
My new white shirt, now spotted.
A huge brown oval.
I feel it on my skin.
I look up and the seatbelt sign is on.
Another shake.
This time no spill.
It’s already too late to get this stain out.
I guess I have to buy a new shirt.
Third shake in the past minute.
What if the plane is about to fall?
I haven't even gotten started on the plans I made!
Get rich, huge house, three kids.
I’ll meet the love of my life.
And if they don't love me back…
Well, I guess I’ll just have to pull a Mr(s). Gatsby on him.
I will do anything it takes.
Shake number four.
I can’t die now!
I still haven’t gone on a romantic scooter ride in Central Park.
I still haven’t found my “Little Manhattan”.
I still haven’t found my “Jack to my Rose”.
I still haven’t found my “Mr. Gatsby”.
I calm down when the plane starts descending.
I never knew I was afraid of planes.
Or dying.
Or not living my life how I imagined it.