Actually...it hasn't been that bad so far. I've gotten some compliments on my outfit, and I just shared a delicious cosi sandwich/salad with Joel for lunch. nom nom nom
What was I talking about? Oh...Monday!
Anyone like that Katy Perry song 'Firework'? It's kind of horrible...but I can't get it out of my head! Actually, it's more than kind of horrible. It's completely horrible. The lyrics are cliche and Katy Perry's voice could burn a hole from Queens to China. And yet, here we are...or rather, here I am...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...let me take the one less traveled! LET ME!
So, I can be a bit neurotic. Some of you might be saying 'Really, Becky? You're a bit neurotic? I think you're off-the-wall crazy'. To which I respond 'Oh really? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!' (my house being this blog, of course)But yeah, I can be a bit neurotic. I think I play it off well by being cute and charming, too. And let's not forget to mention my accessories. Some of my dangly earrings definitely negate some of my crazy. But 'some' is not 'all', n'est-ce pas?
Therefore, I bring you:
Things that make me nervous.
1) Walking along the edge of the subway platform. Anyone else in NYC feel me on this? I have to do this, usually, once a day and every time I walk, full-of-concentration, mere INCHES from a 10-foot drop onto electric-wired train tracks, I think about who would get my CD collection, or whether a good Samaritan would lift my fried corpse off the third rail, or whether everyone would stand playing Angry Birds on their iphones and wait for the FDNY to come get me, were I to trip and fall to my death. And what if I was able to play it cool and not, of my own accord, trip and fall off the edge of the subway platform? But instead, was walking by someone who turned suddenly and KNOCKED ME off the subway platform? EEP!
As if that isn't bad enough, what makes me EVEN MORE NERVOUS is when a train is coming up to a platform I'm creeping along the edge of. I have a hard time walking in a straight line when my life doesn't depend on it. Add a rush of wind and a visual distraction and I'm surprised that I'm here and even able to tell you about this.2) Going through revolving doors. Am I the only person that has a problem with this? It seems like that could be the case because every time I prepare to revolve with people I don't know, I look into their eyes, and apart from the fear their eyes exhibit from having a stranger stare them down, I see nothing.
I just...don't like limits and expectations...and being shoved in a revolving door 'section' (what's the proper term for the little compartment? compartment?), with limited space, and having to move at the same pace as the other people in the door with me, makes me nervous. What if I don't fit in the compartment? What if I'm going too fast? Or too slow? What if someone gets injured? I don't want to exit or enter a building with blood on my hands.
An aside: H. Bockhacker of Berlin was granted German patent DE18349[7] on December 22, 1881 for "Tür ohne Luftzug" or "Door without draft of air". Who cares about the draft? I care about safety!3) Going through subway turnstiles. This is along the lines of revolving doors but...exiting and entering the subway makes me nervous. I mean, sometimes for good reason because I can be really poke-y and if a train is in the station, and I'm trying to get my metro card out, and stand upright, and hold on to all my belongings without dropping them...obviously I'm a ball of nerves. But even when I'm leaving the subway, and heading home for a night of relaxation (read: Oprah DVR catch-up and cheez-its), waiting in line to exit through the turnstile, coupled with the question of 'will I fit in this small compartment with all my bags and miscellaneous items?'.
And sometimes, the turnstiles and revolving-exit-door-thingies in the subway, get stuck, and people are waiting behind you, groaning to themselves because this MORON in front of them is taking too long...and that, also, makes me nervous.
4) Getting on or off the subway
This photo appears to have been taken in Japan, but just look:
In conclusion *teeth chattering*
1 comment:
Being too close to the edge of the subway platform makes me nervous also. Watching other people stand too close to the edge has a similar effect. I don't want to die by falling in front of a train, and I don't want to see anyone else die by falling in front of a train either.
I spent a lot of the NYC Marathon worrying that my mom had somehow gotten pushed off the subway platform while she was trying to get to/from Brooklyn to see me pass. (She was okay.)
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