This post is in response to the prompt Middle Seat.
When I was younger, as most kids are, they don’t like being around certain people they don’t know. I was more like that than most children normally are. This was because of a nervous anxiety I’ve always had for whatever reason whenever around new people.
My parents, specifically my dad, was very protective of me because he knew I didn’t like other people around me. He always, even now, makes sure that when I’m at a place that I’m around a lot of people that he tries to be around me at all times.
The place where this normally happened was on airplanes whenever I went places with my dad.
A lot of the time, I was on planes with 2 across seats instead since they were smaller planes. Those ones were always fine with me and still are. Even though they make it inconvenient and make people put more bags under the plane, it made me happy to be next to my dad and now have to worry about anything.
Whenever I would sit on the plane on a 3 across seats, I would have to sit in the middle next to another person because my dad couldn’t fit comfortably.
If the person tried to talk to my dad or me, I would always wind up becoming very nervous. I still do that and I don’t know why.
For some reason, it made me happy that my father cared about me enough, but made me upset that I was always like that with him.