A wee bit of claustrophobia doesn’t help either. I’ll happily jump out of the plane anytime but sitting in a small metal tube for hours is not fun.

I live in the UK - domestic flights haven't featured significantly in my life. As in my comment doesn't have them as context.

The only domestic flight I remember taking was flying from Edinburgh to Cardiff and it took almost as long as taking the train (whilst being significantly more hassle).

So? Decelerate your life a bit.

I've been in this situation where the flight attendants identified and notified the people with tight connections and made the announcement that certain passengers would be let off the plane first. Practically needed to be at the front of the plane when it stopped at the gate.

This was a Delta flight connecting in Atlanta.

I was speaking more generally, not about flights specifically, and about how common it is.

Adults throughout my life seem to constantly be rushing to everything. As a proper big boy adult now myself (I'm almost 40) I still don't get how it's so pervasive. My comment was more about how common it is, not about reasons people might be in a rush. I can think of plenty of reasons any given person might be in a rush on a given day but so many people seem to be in a perpetual mad dash. That bit boggles my mind.

Staying out of the way of all the people rushing is somehow the problem?

Explain.

Rushing to get out past the people in rows between you and the exit makes the suffocation last longer for everyone, though.

Unless I have a connecting flight, I also am usually pretty relaxed in getting off the plane. I'll allow other people to get off before me (unless I'm blocking someone else in my row) and I generally don't rush.

That said, when I am ready to get off the plane, I get off the fucking plane. I don't take my time, I don't rummage around. I make sure I know what I need to grab, and prep as much as I can before hand. Either wait in your seat, or get off the plane.