Chaos and I don’t go together. Doesn’t matter what kind. I like order, I like neatness, I like schedules…spontaneity is not a word I’m known for. Airports in general make me anxious, not just because I’m piss-scared of flying, but because all those people scurrying around, some not knowing where they’re going, bunching up in groups everywhere, blocking other people who know where they’re going…yeah, I’d be screaming at people to get in line or quit being messy or something. I’m that person who plans out their meals for the week in advance, I have a schedule of what snacks I allow myself, on which days I allow myself to eat those snacks….I’m that person. It makes me sound worse than I really am, I know. I’m not entirely ridiculous, I promise.