Torture

Torture

                                                                                                                                                  

            What is absolute Torture? Being confined in an airplane that is four thousand feet in the air is. Then also being crammed into a small row with three people. Also I was seated by people who are simply annoying. The person next to me was gigantic and took up most of the room. That is not what annoyed me! It is what he was doing. He was blasting up his music so loudly that the people back in L.A could probably hear it. When I asked him to lower the volume all he did in reply was sneer and raised the music even louder. The Arrogance! I was insanely mad and also the other person next to me needed to learn about a nice thing called deodorant. I already abhor planes but being confined by these two intolerable people did not help my situation at all. Minute by Minute almost an entire day my sanity crumbled.

            When I got out of that torture chamber I was already irritated to the point of a nuclear bomb about to go off. I was sleep deprived and had to wait an hour just to get my luggage. As soon as I got to the hotel I had to dress in a suit and tie and go to a rather special wedding. I was cranky and having to sit through a two hour sermon. I had to take care of the little gremlins with this poor girl who looked like she wanted to end her life. I emphasized with this poor girl after ten minutes of dealing with them. We had succulent lobster and delicious food. The steak was perfectly rare and delicious as the drinks were perfectly fine. After being stuffed with amazing food I took a delightful one hour map but …

            Guess what? The torture didn’t end there. We had to travel a thousand miles to go to another….. wedding. Another wedding! Oh how life is so unfair. I was car sick and absolutely tired. A three hour sermon while having to deal with sleep deprivation is absolute hell. All I hear is a loud booming voice while hearing the wave’s crash loudly on to the beach. All I wanted to sleep and then I heard the loudest whoop and they forced me onto the stage half awake. I was so confused and see everybody staring at me on the stage.

            I swear fiercely as I remember that I was the guest of honor and had to play the ending song. I am still exhaust as I’m on the stage and still able to play ‘Ode To Joy” by muscle memory. I was sweating so much that I might as well be jumping onto the sea. I sigh in relief, that I did not ruin a wedding. I get thanked by the wife and groom and get hit the back and congratulate. I bit back my rage as I hate bodily contact but I survived. Barely.  

            I went to the hotel and was sleeping for seventeen hours. We went swimming, watched movie, ate amazing food, and slept for hours. I also bought a PX jacket for sixty Euros. I also got 600 Euros from the adults from the wedding. I fell asleep on the plane to be awakened by my sister’s pig like snoring. I think back and was wondering if I should see a therapist now because after this experience I hate little children with thoughts of murder. I hate London and this wasn’t vacation it was hell.