Look what karma did to his hair!

So once again i am faced with the exact same situation i found myself in a year ago, which by now you would think i should know better than to expect anything less than air travel or human behaviour.
So why bother writing about it all over again, I’ll tell you why, what interests me most now is the alteration of my perspective in a year.

What am i rabbiting on about exactly? Reclining seats. Why put a device on an aircraft that allows one passenger to remove the comfort of another!! it doesn’t miraculously make the seat more comfortable for the reclineee (is there actually a word in the english language with 3 e’s in it?) and it certainly does not make the life of the person behind much better surprisingly enough.

Last year i used a brief literary spurt to relieve my absolute anger and annoyance at this situation, much to the amusement of anyone who happened to be reading my writings over my shoulder (and there were a few), this year however I am going back to the theme of my first post all those hours ago, and getting back onto the subject of karma, or how we can use its interpretation to make ourselves feel a little better in a given situation.
That i assume no one is reading this over my shoulder as i type, so amusing them seems a little pointless until i receive a tap on the shoulder informing me that perhaps i should inject a little humour for the local audience as well as the global one.

So, back to karma, ..it’s simple, ..he is going bald, ..the man who once again had a good look back at me, assessed something in me that allowed him to make his decision and sleep at night, and then promptly reclined.
He does have a very nice watch that only has an hour hand, and also very nice nails that he slung backwards over the seat, either to increase his comfort, or perhaps he knew i would notice and wanted to make me envious, …i think as i have lovely nails too, it was properly the former.

So now onto my conundrum/karmic issue, ..there is someone sitting behind me, I haven’t looked yet, i don’t want my choice to be based on some misguided assumption i may make on see who it is, ..so, ..do i recline?
Normally i wouldn’t dare, it goes against everything i believe and stand for in human courtesy, but what if karma deems they deserve it, what if a chain of events way beyond my comprehension has thrust me into the position of karmic messenger, allowing me to decide the burden of someone else’s comfort for the next …5:21 hours.

This is a tough choice i am going to have to wait, morals or non intervention of events beyond the scope of a single mans actions.

Now you all want to know what i am going to do, trouble is the longer i sit here deciding the shorter my laptop battery for the film i am going to watch becomes.

This is not a burden i asked for, ..but then i look in front of me to the right at the man quietly watching a movie, in front of him is a lady gently (actually not so gently) rocking her baby to sleep to stop her screaming her little head off, ..all the man sees through his eyes is a constantly rocking screen in the back of the seat, it is winding him up immensely, but he cannot see past that to know ha if he got the one thing his heart desires right now, a still seat, it would be unbeknown to him, replaced with a screaming child.

Isn’t life amazing, all its little events and consequences. I am smiling, even with my diminished space. I think i have made up my mind as to what i shall do with my seat. I think you know the answer.