Notes from a falling plane

I'm jealous of the girl asleep next to me
I wish I could sleep on turbulent planes
I think that lack of ability to fall asleep on a flight that's shaking even though I'm not scared and I'm really tired says something deeper, maybe
There's something really forced about the glamour of cabin crew
The make-up, the hair, the uniforms that never fit quite right- either too tight or too loose
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of someone's face and know that they wish they could meet someone that'll take them away from their life
It's really shaky now
It's impressive the way people are eating meatpie - it looks really meaty as well
Do you ever wonder about the impression you leave on other people?
When people tell me stories like 'I met you and you were sooooo coool'- it's weird because I'm always thinking of the other person, I never think of myself as the other person- does that make sense?
It seems to be a little less shaky
It's weird that my heart hasn't been in my mouth
I hate flying - it's so weird how people love it, like people love long drives
I don't think I love long being in boxes
Sometimes, in Nigeria, I think of how there are bars on all the windows and how unsafe that is.
But then I stop because it's one of those things that can drive you crazy if you think about it too much
The seatbelt light is off
On one flight, I thought the smoking sign was the seatbelt sign and I kept thinking 'this is a really bad flight, isn't it?'
Nigeria is full of men
This flight is full of men
Now I actually want to eat the meaty meat-pie
Because hunger
And no seat belt sign