Before small screens and walkmans, millions of people flew every day in an airplane seat trapped with their own thoughts. For many, it was probably the only time they experienced this.
I actually get comments from other passengers now how I can sit and look out the window for hours without music, movie or book.
In their rooms, they have other venues and probably less fear of negative self-conscious thoughts (too fat, ugly, whatever for the beach).
I wonder how many Hikikomori are in their own thoughts vs escaping into online venues.
Somewhat, mostly crosswords and then vocal frustration when the travel mag crossword was already filled out.
I can think of half a dozen very personal conversations with random seatmates about their lives and problems. Something about opening up to strangers, and am pretty sure it wasn’t my personality or looks. Now that doesn’t happen anymore because you’re never trapped together with no outlets for hours on end.
One of my writing ideas (probably not original) was a retired psychologist who just flew on random flights and talked to whomever they sat next to. Now that plot would make no sense.
I don't understand. Most of the time you decide to go to sleep you are alone with your thoughts without any distractions. It might only be for a brief time, but it's still true, no?
I actually get comments from other passengers now how I can sit and look out the window for hours without music, movie or book.
In their rooms, they have other venues and probably less fear of negative self-conscious thoughts (too fat, ugly, whatever for the beach).
I wonder how many Hikikomori are in their own thoughts vs escaping into online venues.