Today was one of those "New York" days. (You know the kind.) It's raining and jam packed in the subways where I am getting jabbed, poked, elbowed, stepped on and herded around like cattle. Even off the subway I felt the overcrowded sidewalks didn't allow for passing, and instead, I was stuck walking on heels, unavoidably stepping into puddles, and dodging oncoming umbrellas, oversized bags and crying children.
Not that this sort of activity is extraordinary for a day in New York, because this bustling activity is New York, but I find that I tend to "get used to" it. But its this sort of day when I am fully aware of everything happening around me and then conflict bubbles up on the inside when I try to not be aware of it, and fail miserably.
