I take a book along on trips and of course I've got my Nexus tablet, which doubles as a ebook reader, if I want to read anything I've downloaded. Often, though, neither gets any use. I hop on the plane, stow my backpack in the overhead, take a seat, and either go straight to sleep or I adopt a ten thousand foot stare that leaves me almost entirely unaware of what's going on around me.
Yesterday we'd been airborne for about five minutes before I went "Oh. We took off."
I think this behavior sort of creeps people out. You know how cats sometimes like to sit staring worriedly at something only they can see? I do that sometimes too, with much the same result on the people around me.
Friday night I found myself in seat 4B on a regional jet on the way home from Chicago to Burlington. I wasn't at all sleepy and I didn't really feel like reading, so for some reason I found myself staring fixedly upwards toward a light on the ceiling of the cabin, completely lost in thought.
The light wasn't on -- the cabin had been darkened for evening travel and most people weren't using their individual reading lights. The light was in no way remarkable. But I stared right at it, like a cobra trying to hypnotize its prey, for so long that eventually it freaked out the flight attendant. He came back and somewhat timidly asked me if there was some problem with the cabin ceiling; he even poked the panel with the light in case it was loose or something.
I replied "No, no, I was just staring off into space." Then went right back to looking at the ceiling.
He stood there and looked worried for a moment, then turned and went back to his jumpseat, glancing back over his shoulder at me a couple times in case I gathered myself to spring (or something).
I don't know exactly what that scores on the "Weirdo On The Plane" index, but I bet it's pretty good.