Personal Space

Dear Diary,

I was flying on a plane today and realized I might have severe OCD issues when it comes to personal space! I know what you are thinking... this is not shocking news but do tell. I was sitting on the plane crammed in like cattle, ironically so since the flight was from the Midwest. Speaking of the Midwest, the people there are odd and do not know how to dress. Or how to condition their hair. It's all very confusing to me but I get off the topic. So it occurred to me that my personal space bubble was being rubbed up against, and not in a good way. I had two choices, I could ask the woman next to me to move so I could pull the arm rest down to create a barrier or I could suffer through the grotesque invasion of personal space. The first option was most appealing and set very clear boundaries but the latter was more of a challenge. The flight was after all three hours, thirty two minutes and five seconds long. I chose the latter of the two as a challenge to myself but I also put the arm rest down on the other side of myself for comfort. Ahh the security.