Today I visited the MOMA to see the Cindy Sherman exhibit.. It was truly amazing. The whole 6th floor tour I was completely captivated. She has some seriously fucked up things going on in her brain, and I like it. Case in point:
Now that I am done with my shout out, let me get to my bitching point:
I have a serious problem with crowds. I don't like people brushing against me or bumping me. I like to be able to see at least four feet in front of me and have a margin of space behind me at all times. (So, why do I love New York? I don't know.) When you go to the MOMA, you have to start at the top and work your way down. Well, when I got to about floor #4, I started sweating. By floor #3, I couldn't swallow, my fingers were tingling and I was having a full blown panic attack. By floor #2, I was just bouncing around room to room urgently asking every security guard, "HOW DO I EXIT????!!!" By the time I found my way out I had sweat through my shirt and had to get outside and just stand there in the cold until I literally chilled out.
To deal with my PTSD, I went shopping for cosmetics. What do you think I found at Bergdorf's? MORE CROWDS. Finally, I put up the white flag, hailed a cab and am safe. Screw you everyone in NYC...go home so I can enjoy the city. I am now having a vodka soda and a Xanax.
Thank you Belvedere.