by Cassie Howard | Feb 17, 2017 | Goals |
I’ve been sitting here staring at the screen for the past 5 minutes, trying to figure out what I’m going to say. What I want to say. What needs to come out. I’ve got G-Eazy in my ears, a quiet child beside me on the plane, and a stupid ass in front of me with their seat reclined so far back she’s practically on top of me. And I realize… THIS is why I fly business class. THIS is why I don’t belong back here. THIS is the type of shit I refuse to deal with. But yet here I am, dealing with it. Mumbling all kinds of profanities at my lack of personal space. This is the last time I listen to anyone about it not being “worth it” to pay for business class seats for children. Even THEY would be better off because they’d have more room and could even lie down on some planes. I just feel wrong being back here. With all the commotion. With all the mother fuckers reclining their seats on top of me. With all the people all up in my space. Don’t belong here. I gaze lovingly up at my peeps in the first few rows. And I know they’re missing me. The front of the plane just ain’t the same without me in it. 🙂 The back is not for me. I belong in the front. I’m always in the front. The front was made for me. And I feel like an arrogant son of a bitch right now, but fuck it. Mindset on fleek, baby. No one else is...
