Once I’m in the bathroom on the plane I don’t want to leave.
I’m in first class which is wonderful, but nothing I’ve ever experienced before. A big cushy seat as many drinks as I want and a bathroom that will only be used by 8 people. The woman in front of me who kindly offered her isle seat to the big stranger next to her, then remarked how Coach was uncivilized.
In the bathroom I can see myself in the mirror. I know I’m real. I recognize me.
When I’m in my big comfy seat no one knows me. I’m surrounded by strangers, sitting next to someone for 5hours that I didn’t even say hi to as I sat down, someone Ill never see again. I become small falling into myself, one of many. I even forget what I look like.
So looking in the mirror I remember who I am. In the bathroom alone I know myself. Out there with all those strangers, I could be anyone.
Looking in the mirror, I think “I need a hair cut , my hair just looks bad these days.” That’s the person I know, the one who is only happy, on rare occasions, with her hair. Usually on the day before its going to get cut.
I go back to my comfy seat, slip off my shoes and pull my legs up, sitting how I’m most comfortable and try to hang onto the person in the bathroom, the one in the mirror with bad hair.