I am not made for New York City at Christmas time. Being neurodivergent and very light and sound sensitive I saturate quickly. I don’t like the way I’m constantly bracing to be hit by a car or a bike. The incessant, useless honking puts me on edge. The “lookin’ out for number one” way people drive bothers the shit out of me. The way no one cares bothers me. People walking while looking at their phones bothers me because I’m worried they are going to be squashed into gore right in front of me. I don’t want them to die! On the way home from work this evening a man honked at me because I had the nerve not to want to be run over in a crosswalk he was blowing through. I kicked his car so he got out to fight me.
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