3 1/2 hours, people. Silence.
Steve and the CA were making light of it it, but I couldn't imagine. AND, this is one of Steve's favorite CAs. I figure that there would be constant conversation...or at least some sporadic conversation here and there. Not 3 1/2 hours of straight silence. Of course he was doing nothing but monitoring flight systems the entire time.
For some reason, I took this personally and I made sure to ask the CA, while Steve was in the restroom, if Steve was a slam clicker. As if I could do anything if he really was one. I would imagine that the first step of a slam clicker is to not talk in the cockpit. I think he shook his head no. As I mentioned before, some of the night got fuzzy for me, so that is why I think he shook his head no.
Sort of a tangent, but the more I thought about the night the more I started to think about my memory, or rather lack of memory. I have made it know that I am an anxious flier, so I take anti-anxiety medicine. I took my pill, 1mg of Ativan, and was doing great on the flight. Remember, I am about 6'1" and weight about 155, so 1mg does the trick for me since anything less pretty much has no effect on me. Well, we started to hit some light turbulence over Denver, and because I know of a stick shaker that went off while flying over Denver, I popped another pill. So by the end of the day, I had 2mg of Ativan in my system. I had heard people say that their memory is effected with Ativan, and mine surely was that night! Yes, I was drinking, but not enough for memory loss for goodness sake. I am going to have to reconsider Ativan and maybe go to another medication.
OK, so where was I? Yeah, so the CA shook his head no and I took a bit of comfort in that. Plus, we were having a good time, so I hope that made up for any silence in the cockpit.
Later on I talked with Steve about the silence, and he really didn't think it was a big deal. And, apparently it really wasn't. Granted, it isn't something that the extrovert Joanna would do, but is obviously something that the introvert Steve might do all the time. The ironic thing about all this is that Steve just drew my attention to a related article in Time Magazine. I should be more descriptive: he actually got home from a trip, threw the magazine at me and the words out of his mouth were something like "this describes me and your son to a T...read it!" The article is about how being an introvert, in a world of extroverts, really isn't that bad after all and how introverts bring as much to the table as an extravert. After knowing Steve since 1998, one would think that I know him in and out...but, I tell you what, this article really shed some light on him.
- enjoys solitude
- dislikes small talk
- not a big risk taker
- dislikes conflict
- works best alone
- prefers not to show work or discuss it with others until it is finished
- often lets calls go to voicemail
...the list continues...
Now, to be fair to Steve, I think that most people may be surprised that Steve is an introvert because socially he is fine. Sure, he can make small talk since sometimes that is what is socially necessary, and he isn't socially awkward in the least. Although, when I was in the midst of my labor with CC, he wanted ME to call the neighbors to come and watch Ben. Um Honey, I am a little busy here...hoo hoo heeee. hoo hoo heee. He just tends to stay close to home and close to his friends. I kept thinking this was a pilot thing, but the more I think about it the more I realize it must be an introvert thing.
We had a family gathering last weekend and this article came up. My uncle is an introvert as well so he could totally relate to this article. He even furthered things and said that he he has no issues with eating out alone, and sometimes may even prefer that. Again, light was shed on me. When I think about how lonely Steve must be while on the road, I guess it really isn't all that bad since that is what his personality prefers. Sure, there are times when he misses us horribly, but there are times when he probably craves the solitude.
And I do have to say, when we were in LAS just laying in bed watching tv, it was actually sort of nice. Adult TV...meaning: no Disney Channel, not the XXX stuff...dirty minds!...and peace and quiet. Just relaxing. Not bad!
So, the introvert in Steve has no issues being quiet for 3 1/2 hours. He may crave the quiet. He may crave to be alone. He may prefer to eat by himself. Even though this isn't something that I would want, it doesn't mean it isn't something that he wants. I will now embrace Steve's introvertness. Is that a word? I now won't totally feel so badly for him when he is alone. I will now let him finish a home project all by himself...even if he is yelling out "fuck" and "ahhhhh" out of frustration. Remember, he works best alone so I would just be in the way.
There you have it...my pilot, the introvert who doesn't talk to one of his favorite CAs for 3 1/2 hours.