People painted across a vast landscape of stores, restaurants and planes …
The airport may not be the most picturesque place to watch people, but the fluorescent lights definitely illuminate the many lives that walk past the numbering system that we all have grown to associate with flying.
The Atlanta Airport is the melting pot of civilization. Every state and nearly every country is represented.
I scanned the immediate vicinity only to find 10 conversations taking place in at least four different languages. I will not even dive into the many variations in dialect.
We are all the same …
When looking at the ocean of people, I found more similarities than differences. More than half of the people were armed with laptops, cellular phones and other electronic wonderlands. A decade ago these were considered luxuries … these people were treating these objects as necessities.
I watched as a woman tried to type an e-mail with her right hand on a laptop computer while her left hand worked diligently at typing an e-mail on her Blackberry. I could see her frustration as she turned her head back and forth.
Only a few feet away a man held a conversation with himself. He paced the floor and shouted obscenities to anyone willing to listen. On closer inspection, I realized that this man was not talking to himself at all – he was sporting Bluetooth technology on his ear.
Two seats from the lunatic man a teenage girl vigorously typed out a text message on her cell phone while bobbing her head up and down to the sounds ringing in her ears from her beloved iPod.
All I could do was hang my head in shame …
I was no different than any of these people around me. I clutched the case to my laptop in one hand and my purse in the other (within its depths were an iPod and cell phone).
Are we spoiled?
After seeing the expensive backbacks, luggage, shoes, purses, clothing and technology … the answer is undoubtedly yes. As humans we can turn our heads on suffering, poverty and ignorance only to make ourselves feel better about our thirst for money and power.
My blind eye …
I scribbled in my notebook the many sights, sounds and smells created by this flood of people. From farts and McDonald’s hamburgers to crying babies and incessant babbling, I felt myself sinking into total sensory overload.