Aisle seats

Being an Indian woman can feel like a lifetime of being sat on an aisle seat of a very long distance flight.You somehow feel responsible for a row of others next to you.Like being scared to doze of for too long,lest someone might need the toilet.Or having to lean back as trays of food are passed over you.And constantly having to watch your space,keeping all parts of your body tightly wrapped around yourself making sure all that walk down the aisle dont bump into you,accidentally or otherwise.You dont really relax as you have been taught from the very onset of childhood,to accomodate other people with a smile.Put other people first,even.You see it being done by your mother,your mother's mother,even her mother.And you take the aisle seat without thinking.Infact,youre really glad you have a seat to begin with.Anywhere.Beside anyone.
Does it matter,cause isnt the very first lesson you were taught was to adjust to circumstances?Infact,its so much of a habit that you dont even think about it anymore.Perhaps this is adaptability.Or maybe plain lack of character.Whatever it is, it must be genetic.Just on very rare occasions,I dare ask if appreciation is,as well.And in those sporadic naps dream what it must be like to fly a plane.