Saturday, April 18, 2015

how does one not go insane in New York City?

Because my usual convenient subway line is down this weekend (of course, because why would the MTA even pretend like it's improving the system at this point?), I had to take the M11 bus back uptown today -- except that the driver blew past my stop (the second to the last one on his route) because he wanted to make it to the end of his route quickly. I called out to him to stop because I had pressed the "stop requested" button well in advance, and he argued that I didn't and yelled at me to sit down.

After writing a very angry email at MTA that I'm sure no one will read and even if they do, they won't care about it, I stomped the long way back home and back into my apartment to throw my sad, lukewarm groceries into the fridge, and then thought about how that wasn't even the most annoying part of my day. There are so many annoying things that can happen in one day in this city that make me want to scream into a pillow--although is that the most productive way to get past your anger?

I wish I had a more zen-like approach to daily irritants, but I inherited my father's short temper and quick outbursts of anger, so there's got to be another way. I've been here for over three years and I still don't have a surefire way to just "let it go." (I have, however, found superficial cures for being sad and being homesick.)

Any suggestions?

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