God, I hate airports. They're necessary if you want to get out of the country, but they're so unpleasant and frustrating. I'm pretty sure having to spend more than a few minutes queueing for security checks caused my anxiety to spike, and I ended up losing my temper briefly. I'm ashamed of that, of course; I doubt airports are that bad for most people. But when you're tired and you can't take something through security because it's above the allowed volume - even though I could swear they removed those restrictions a while back - it's almost hard to not get irritated. Maybe things were easier before 9/11, I'll never know. That's why I hate airports.
I'm currently writing this post in an airport. I've just landed, and am waiting to get through passport control. Luckily for me, I'm an EU passport holder, so I get to skip the Brexit queue opposite me. There's lots of murmuring and impatient leg twitching, and I doubt this is what most people want to be doing this late in the day. And I've still got to catch a bus soon after, so I'm definitely not looking forward to that.
I guess that makes airports an unnecessary evil. No one would ever willingly live in one, not least after you see how much they charge for a coffee or for clothes. Everything about airports is expensive, time-consuming, and soul-draining. I can't wait to get out.
Sorry for the sour note today, the holiday itself is turning out quite well. I just wanted to vent a bit.
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