airplane thoughts

Having been on ten different flights in the past two weeks, I've spent a bit of time contemplating and observing people in airports and on airplanes. Airplane flights are so interesting to me because you basically get a huge group of strangers all in one isolated place. No one can just get up and leave in the middle of the flight. You are basically forced into a community.
People are weird when they are forced to interact with strangers. Some people get really chatty and want to tell their entire life story to whomever will listen. Some people avoid eye contact with others at all costs. It's such an interesting thing because you can essentially be whatever you want to be for an entire flight and no one will know if that's really the real you or not.
Airplane flights are these unique shared experiences. And I think there's something beautiful in that. You get the privilege of spending time with a random sampling of humanity. Sometimes it leaves you feeling empowered and encouraged. Sometimes it makes you embarrassed and depressed. But whatever it does, you have spent some part of your life with these people in a tiny space, 40,000 feet in the air. It's crazy amazing.
I'm not really sure if any of these thoughts are making sense. My mind is sort of all over the place tonight. I'm back at school and I don't want to be. I'm not ready to do all of this school stuff and future stuff. I'm scared and nervous and exhausted. I'm basically on the brink of this huge decision-making process and I'm not entirely sure that I'm going to make the right choice. Even though I know that no decision is inherently wrong. I just have to make the best of whatever direction my life takes. Which sounds like cheesy bs, but I don't think it is.
I can do this. I think. Maybe.
I just have to figure out what "this" is...