Sitting in the Las Vegas airport waiting almost two hours. That's a long time to be in an airport when you aren't waiting for a layover. Everyone always says that Las Vegas has lots of time delays, so I tried to account for them. Time to check out, taxi time to the airport, trying to check-in, and without a doubt the line at security. Approaching the top of the stairs after checking in, there was a regular old traffic jam at the security gate. Thankfully that wasn't my gate. A short walk brought me to gate D with shorter lines. I did manage to almost get my bags searched as the guard wondered what was in my bags. Seems as though one of the toys that I bought was mighty suspicious. Thankfully after a couple of question and a little poking around I got through without the full pat down. I'm now sitting on the floor of the airport by my gate waiting out those two hours since nothing took any huge amount of time.
I think I thought multiple times on this trip that to sum things up ï¿½Vegas is everything that is wrong with Americaï¿½. That's a pretty strong sentiment but it sure seems to fit. Glamor, excess, waste, sex, the list goes on, all into the city of Vegas.
However, that may just be my recent bout of cynicism kicking in as I've been getting very caught up in how much we waste. We in this case is humans, maybe with a slant towards Americans, but of course this I think applies to almost all humans. We waste food, we waste energy, we make waste, we waste, we waste, we waste. I had an idea for a bar or cafe. Called, what the. We'll I guess the name wasn't that cool since I can't remember it. Anyway, the idea was to waste almost nothing. Simple things like cloth napkins and silverware so you didn't throw paper napkins and plastic forks away. Man I must have been out of it when I originally came up with the idea, since I can't remember anything about it, and what I think I'm remembering is lame sounding.
It's sad the number of different ways people are trying to get around how uncomfortable and impossible it is to try and sleep/rest in the chairs in the terminal. Every seat has armrests, very rigid and uncomfortable armrests. At any angle, on someone's lap, and the growing choice, on the floor. While there maybe some desire to keep people alert so that they don't miss their flight, I think in most cases, people would look out for each other and themselves, while getting some decent rest in the process.
As ï¿½the voiceï¿½ comes over the intercom again, I'm reminded of the quiet zones in come of the international airports and lounges on my Thailand trip. Talk about giving people the opportunity to miss their flight. Seems as though everyone made their flight that I watched or talked to.
People, yes people. That's what it's all about. I don't have that many people in my life. The ones that I do have mean the world to me and that's what matters most, but there are those thoughts that filter through my brain. What it would be like to an extrovert?
That kind of touches on a big dilemma that I've not come to terms with yet. I know what I'm not and will never really be, but I still wish it wasn't so. I'm not as thankful for what I am. That continual pursuit to better myself taken to the extreme. An unhealthy focus on the negative.
Oh wow, what a brain rush. Unfortunately it isn't a good one. Whenever, I get to thinking about memories and how the brain stores and retrieves them I inevitably end up going through this block of six memories which are all very powerful and negative. Why oh why is it so hard for me to instead remember all of the good times. The bad parts, thankfully, have made up a much smaller party of my life, yet they are the ones that most seem to dominate my memories. That was one of the reasons I used to not take many pictures. Half the time I couldn't even remember taking the picture let alone what I was thinking at that movement.