I could never survive a terrorist attack

Last week I spent a whole week in France, with both arrival and departure at the Beauvais airport a 90-minute bus ride away from Paris. There’s three airports around Paris, I believe, and Beauvais airport is probably the least maintained one… Imagine a huge storage hall re-designed with two cafes, security checks, and one large seating are. No AC at 29*C, warm drinks at stupendous prices, and crowds of sweaty people fighting over the electricity sockets.

In those moments I realize that my privileged white ass would never survive a terrorist attack. I know terrorists are bad people, on that humid day however, I asked myself why? Being subjected to a knife crime or killed by a gun is one thing, but to have that happen to me after hours of breaking sweat through that one pair of beige pants I am wearing the third day in a row is diabolical. I get it, if I am willing to go as far as hurting another human, I am already leaning off the far left on the apathetic-to-empathic mental spectrum.

You want to hurt me, ok, do it after I took a shower and styled my hear, wore my most favourite jacket, put on the new Montale perfume I bought recently. How about after I exit the gym – if I go down, at least it’s with a nice pump. But don’t come over to me preaching pseudo-religious crap while T-boning my ribcage with something sharp. Pick any day of the week, just not the day of my travel please.

Therefore, if you ever contemplate on hurting someone else, try to put yourself into their position first? You’re already being selfish, maybe you can spare a tiny fraction of common sense and not hassle tourists on a Beauvais-airport-like experience. It’s not like they choose to take the cheapest airline to the airport furthest away from the city. You think flying economy is a choice?