the wheels on the bus are going to leap down my throat and devour my heart
i didn't sign up for the art department's new york trip this semester because of my public transportation phobia.
it's a long day - we roll in at around 11am and we don't leave until 8pm or so. they drop us off at the moma, but we're free to do whatever. i don't know about you all, but while i love museums, i can't spend more than 2-3 hours in one before everything starts to blur together. i'm too absorbent. i get overwhelmed.
the point is that it's a few hours of staring at art and a lot more time wandering around the city. and even last year with brian as my guide, and even though we had fun, the subway still made me want to implode. it's not the dirtiness, i'm fine with that, and it's not the crowd either. and it's not claustrophobia. i can't explain it... i'm just always certain that i'm going to wind up in the wrong place, or even worse, that the car is never going to stop and let me off.
not to mention the 4 hour busride there. busses are better, though. at least i can see where i'm going, even if i can't control it.
some girls in the digital studio last night were trying to talk me into it "come ooonnnn, we'll get beers at 3 oclock and have fuuunn"... but i think being drunk AND having anxiety attacks will be bad.
i'm cool with skipping the trip, but in the long run i need to get over this somehow. because really, as country bumpkin as i am, i need to live in a city. at least for a little while.
what oh what will i do?
it's a long day - we roll in at around 11am and we don't leave until 8pm or so. they drop us off at the moma, but we're free to do whatever. i don't know about you all, but while i love museums, i can't spend more than 2-3 hours in one before everything starts to blur together. i'm too absorbent. i get overwhelmed.
the point is that it's a few hours of staring at art and a lot more time wandering around the city. and even last year with brian as my guide, and even though we had fun, the subway still made me want to implode. it's not the dirtiness, i'm fine with that, and it's not the crowd either. and it's not claustrophobia. i can't explain it... i'm just always certain that i'm going to wind up in the wrong place, or even worse, that the car is never going to stop and let me off.
not to mention the 4 hour busride there. busses are better, though. at least i can see where i'm going, even if i can't control it.
some girls in the digital studio last night were trying to talk me into it "come ooonnnn, we'll get beers at 3 oclock and have fuuunn"... but i think being drunk AND having anxiety attacks will be bad.
i'm cool with skipping the trip, but in the long run i need to get over this somehow. because really, as country bumpkin as i am, i need to live in a city. at least for a little while.
what oh what will i do?