I’m still amazed at people. I say this because I grew up taught that being respectful of people, their personal space, and the differences that each of us have, are what make us who we are. As I grow older, i become more and more cynical or less tolerant to people and their feeling of entitlement.
I recently went to Hawaii for work, and during my flight there, and even my flight home, I’m amazed at how many fucking huge fat people feel that they can take up their seat, and half the seat next to them. I’ve flown far too many times to allow some chubacca samoan fat ass to try to invade into the seat I paid for. Why these people think they don’t need to pay for an extra seat amazes me.
Today i’m sitting behind this disgusting fat sweaty piece of shit that wants to throw her hair over the top of her chair only to fall into my lap. The poor bastard next to her hasn’t realized that he should put the arm rest down to keep that cow in her portion of her paid seat. It. She’s constantly sweating, then has the gall to look over to this poor bastard and say, “sorry for taking up so much room!” If you were truly, don’t bring your 300 ounce Dr. Pepper and Doritos on the plane. As you sit there and stuff 1000 calories into that pie hole of yours, drink some water and some trail mix.
These fat people disgust me. I’m not a super fit person. I don’t live at the gym, or eat perfectly. But I understand moderation. I could not sit on a 5 hour flight touching some fat fuck that doesn’t care enough about anyone but themselves to touch me with their schweaty cheese body. I seriously want to throw up in my mouth looking at these pieces of shit.
The only thing that makes me feel better is when i get to the airport and see that sorry sack of shit step outside and light up a smoke. Nothing makes me feel better than knowing that they are destroying their body so bad, that they’ll soon be dead.
Now i know i sound completely harsh and rude, but honestly, every fucking person on the plane thinks “OH MY” as that fat fuck has to walk sideways down the isle, and they think to themselves, “i sure a fuck hope i’m not siting next to that fat fuck”. Don’t try to say you don’t, because you know you do. You feel sorry for the poor bastard that has to sit next to that sorry sack of shit.
I once saw a row of 3 overly obese people that all needed the “extra seat belt” in one row. I was like WOW, if that isn’t awesome. It’s like sardines sitting in a can.
I seriously think people need to take a moment and look in the mirror and see themselves for who they truly are. Take a moment, put down the steak sandwich, chips and pepsi, and go for a walk. Make a difference. If for anyone, the poor bastard that has to sit next to you on the next flight.