Well, despite the previous night's "fun", I still woke with a positive attitude because I was going to see my baby puppy before the end of the night! I walked around the hotel for a bit in the morning, taking pictures:
Our room:
The Disney "art" in the hallways:
And the lobby:
Although the car service wasn't set to get us for a few hours yet, I decided to go ahead and head downstairs, wandering around a bit more, getting breakfast in the gift shop, etc. After a while I got bored and texted the car company to see if they could pick us up a bit early. Not only could they, but they preferred it, and even though we would be getting to LAX 5 hours early, I wasn't too miffed. The only conversation we were having at that point was bile-laced and useless. In my mind though, I was still trying to figure out what I had done to incur such wrath, but I figured I must have done something because we Aspers tend to be mean without realizing it. I barely took any pictures on the return trip, but since we took the exact same route, I didn't see the need, just caught a couple close the airport:
I wouldn't want to navigate into LAX on my own, that's for sure!
We made it to our gate with several hours to spare:
I ended up wandering around LAX a bit by myself. Yes, this Social Anxiety-ridden, Asper with OCD walked around LAX by herself numerous times! Despite all the construction, Delta Terminal 6 really was quite nice:
I kept wandering around, going in the shops, then coming back. Going to the bathroom, then coming back. Going to get food, then coming back.
Going to the bathroom again, then coming back. Walking around more, then coming back. Basically, enjoying the airport (if such a thing is possible). It was far better than sitting in silence. At that point, I still thought our friendship was salvageable and I was actively trying to pinpoint what I could have said or done to make him so mad. Granted, he had been pushing every single button I have all week long (and even in the months leading up to the trip), but I was still trying to shoulder the blame at that point. But, in a very non-eventful way, the actual end to it all was an insignificant little action...he let someone else have in my seat while I was gone on my final bathroom trip, and I just went numb. Whether or not it was deliberate was irrelevant at that point.
I can literally shut emotions off dead cold and, once that's done, can never be undone. I am fully aware that that's not a normal reaction to a situation, but knowing it's wrong and actually controlling the behavior are two completely different beasts in my head. It's a defense mechanism to keep from getting hurt...it's crude, yet effective and I have no plans to ever try to fix the issue. Memories (good and bad), don't get erased, just all feeling attached to them stops and thus people become pronouns and that's that. I wish I could explain it in a way that makes "normal" sense, but I think only another Asper will get it, so back to the story at hand.
Luckily, I didn't have to stand up in the terminal like a goober for too long because boarding time had arrived. And thankfully, I was numb enough by that point that my usual airport stresses were pretty easy to navigate and I had no trouble settling into my seat (probably for the first time in forever...don't go there). I was very pleasantly surprised to see that we took off and circled off shore:
I was SOO happy to see the Queen Mary from the air (and that's about as close as I'd really want to get considering how haunted it is):
Earlier than I wanted, it got dark and started storming, so I put the camera away and started playing games on my iPad:
Granted, there was more drama on the way home, but that's neither here nor there. It's all just he said/she said now. I still don't know what set him off, but now, I just don't care, even if it was all my fault (although I still profess my innocence). When it was all said and done, I still had an amazing time in the parks and even plan to go back someday (with my sister, of course). I've never really wanted to go to California (other than Disneyland), but I'm extremely glad I can now say I've been there. I saw amazing vistas along the way, went to places I could have never imagined going (like the Pacific Ocean) and places I never want to go to again (Hollywood Blvd), but most importantly of all, I'VE BEEN TO DISNEYLAND!
I will admit, after doing this series, I ended up deleting photos of him from my Flickr album...I just don't see the need to keep them. I do, however, have a new saying...instead of "you don't really know someone until you travel with them", how about, "you don't really know someone until you travel to Disney with them"! Fits better I think.
This series was a bit more detailed than I was planning, so I guess I don't really need to do individual reviews of specific restaurants or rides...I'll save that for my next Disneyland trip! Thanks everyone for reading and I hope you enjoyed the pictures as much as I did taking them! Sorry I ranted so much, there was just that final bit of bile I guess I needed to get out. All done now and on to Disney World in March!!
Our room:
The Disney "art" in the hallways:
And the lobby:
Although the car service wasn't set to get us for a few hours yet, I decided to go ahead and head downstairs, wandering around a bit more, getting breakfast in the gift shop, etc. After a while I got bored and texted the car company to see if they could pick us up a bit early. Not only could they, but they preferred it, and even though we would be getting to LAX 5 hours early, I wasn't too miffed. The only conversation we were having at that point was bile-laced and useless. In my mind though, I was still trying to figure out what I had done to incur such wrath, but I figured I must have done something because we Aspers tend to be mean without realizing it. I barely took any pictures on the return trip, but since we took the exact same route, I didn't see the need, just caught a couple close the airport:
I wouldn't want to navigate into LAX on my own, that's for sure!
We made it to our gate with several hours to spare:
I ended up wandering around LAX a bit by myself. Yes, this Social Anxiety-ridden, Asper with OCD walked around LAX by herself numerous times! Despite all the construction, Delta Terminal 6 really was quite nice:
I kept wandering around, going in the shops, then coming back. Going to the bathroom, then coming back. Going to get food, then coming back.
Going to the bathroom again, then coming back. Walking around more, then coming back. Basically, enjoying the airport (if such a thing is possible). It was far better than sitting in silence. At that point, I still thought our friendship was salvageable and I was actively trying to pinpoint what I could have said or done to make him so mad. Granted, he had been pushing every single button I have all week long (and even in the months leading up to the trip), but I was still trying to shoulder the blame at that point. But, in a very non-eventful way, the actual end to it all was an insignificant little action...he let someone else have in my seat while I was gone on my final bathroom trip, and I just went numb. Whether or not it was deliberate was irrelevant at that point.
I can literally shut emotions off dead cold and, once that's done, can never be undone. I am fully aware that that's not a normal reaction to a situation, but knowing it's wrong and actually controlling the behavior are two completely different beasts in my head. It's a defense mechanism to keep from getting hurt...it's crude, yet effective and I have no plans to ever try to fix the issue. Memories (good and bad), don't get erased, just all feeling attached to them stops and thus people become pronouns and that's that. I wish I could explain it in a way that makes "normal" sense, but I think only another Asper will get it, so back to the story at hand.
Luckily, I didn't have to stand up in the terminal like a goober for too long because boarding time had arrived. And thankfully, I was numb enough by that point that my usual airport stresses were pretty easy to navigate and I had no trouble settling into my seat (probably for the first time in forever...don't go there). I was very pleasantly surprised to see that we took off and circled off shore:
I was SOO happy to see the Queen Mary from the air (and that's about as close as I'd really want to get considering how haunted it is):
Earlier than I wanted, it got dark and started storming, so I put the camera away and started playing games on my iPad:
Granted, there was more drama on the way home, but that's neither here nor there. It's all just he said/she said now. I still don't know what set him off, but now, I just don't care, even if it was all my fault (although I still profess my innocence). When it was all said and done, I still had an amazing time in the parks and even plan to go back someday (with my sister, of course). I've never really wanted to go to California (other than Disneyland), but I'm extremely glad I can now say I've been there. I saw amazing vistas along the way, went to places I could have never imagined going (like the Pacific Ocean) and places I never want to go to again (Hollywood Blvd), but most importantly of all, I'VE BEEN TO DISNEYLAND!
I will admit, after doing this series, I ended up deleting photos of him from my Flickr album...I just don't see the need to keep them. I do, however, have a new saying...instead of "you don't really know someone until you travel with them", how about, "you don't really know someone until you travel to Disney with them"! Fits better I think.
This series was a bit more detailed than I was planning, so I guess I don't really need to do individual reviews of specific restaurants or rides...I'll save that for my next Disneyland trip! Thanks everyone for reading and I hope you enjoyed the pictures as much as I did taking them! Sorry I ranted so much, there was just that final bit of bile I guess I needed to get out. All done now and on to Disney World in March!!
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