<human>: Allow me to get things started.  When I was eighteen, I dated the Swedish foreign exchange student from my school for a year.  Then he returned to Sweden, and I waited six months to save up enough money to go visit him for Christmas and New Years. We spent two weeks together, and then I had to return home.  Being young, I was utterly and hopelessly in love, so I boarded my plane to return home alone and cried.  I tried my absolute hardest to keep it to a dull sniffling, but it was just beyond my control.  I cried for the entire eight hour flight home.  My shoulders shook, my nose ran, and the flight attendants avoided me like the plague. When I got off the flight and saw my family, I ran to my dad and finally openly bawled.  People at the airport must've thought someone had murdered my firstborn child.  

Now, I look back and feel just horrible for the person who sat next to me.  He was a young man in his early thirties I'd guess and seemed to be one of those tough guys, so my crying made him extremely uncomfortable.  After about the first hour, I tried to pull myself together because I was aware of how miserable this guy appeared to be.  He didn't say anything to me, he just gave me some napkins from his leftover airport meal (something like cinnabon), which just set me off again because of how nice I thought it was to do for such a pathetic person as myself.  I still feel horrible for that poor man.  He sat through my quiet sobbing for eight agonizing hours.  He never spoke a word to me and when the plane landed, he just kind of gave me this look like "feel better?" and got off as fast as humanly possible.  I ruined his flight.  Couldn't ever properly enjoy Ratatouille.  Poor guy. 

Man, if you're a redditor and by some chance you see this, I am so incredibly sorry - four years later and I still feel just awful for you. 

Please tell me I'm not the only one who has done something of this nature.

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<bot>: Cried for eight straight hours on my flight from France to Chicago, poor sap had to sit next to me and uncomfortably pretend not to notice the entire time.