A figment of the imagination..

Dear gentle reader
I’m feeling rather triggered today knowing that soon there will be people on a plane again. I can’t remember when I was last on a plane, maybe I never was and it was all a figment of my imagination.
I promise you that I really try not to be triggered but the body doesn’t respond the way I want it to. If I was a spirit I would just fly there myself, but that would constitute a haunting.
I would have been more polite a year ago when I left the group-chat but the trigger just went off on its own and the only way out was to disappear into the thicket. I still wonder if anyone noticed?
Please understand dear gentle reader that not being there for someone’s big birthday is actually like a punch in the guts. You see there I go with the bloody body again, it’s very uncooperative you know.
I tried sitting under a tree and gazing into the distance, but then I saw a trail in the sky as a plane jetted over and I’m pretty sure that even the Buddha would have been triggered.
I really never expected to feel this way dear gentle reader, being all bitter and twisted…it really is not a good fit for me!
So I shall go away and do a thousand mantras and not let the green monster eat me for dinner, and as for FOMO let’s not talk about that.
Maybe I’m actually quite normal.
Thank you for listening dear gentle reader, just read this as a whole lot of gobbledygook, and then forget I ever said anything!!
Yours sincerely
Basket case