I feel the same, I don't like elevators that much either, I hate being stuck in a lift with a bunch of fat shits and prams galore. Here in Britain lifts are small generally, only airports and some large city shops have bigger lifts and so you always end up shoved in with a load of fats cramming up the space. Thankfully they don't touch me, if they did I have a legitimate reason to freak out and have an episode.  One thing that gets me is how good moving actually feels, it makes you feel alive to feel your legs powering you on, I will never understand how fats can hate moving so much. Being unable to move (sometimes I cannot walk from severe pain) is the most frustrating, humiliating and demoralising thing, I hate not being able to do things myself. Fats put themselves there WiLLINGLY and it is totally beyond me, food is not that great that it is worth giving up mobility for.