crossing carpenter gives me agita #wrtf13
— allison pfander (@alli_baabaa) September 23, 2013
Crossing Carpenter Street could not be harder. I stand there, on the corner, looking like God knows what, and just wait. Sometimes I get there and it is a quick run across the street. Other times, I am standing there for literally five minutes (I timed myself once) just waiting to cross. Agita and nerves go hand and hand. When I have nerves, I have agita.
Walking up to the corner, my mind goes absolutely crazy. I don’t know what is going to happen in the next few seconds of my life. I don’t know if I am going to have to dart across the street and risk my life just to get to class on time, or if I am going to get lucky and leisurely take my time to cross the street. The anticipation makes my stomach hurt.
It is actually quite embarrassing how worked up I get to cross the street. I am twenty-two years old, for goodness sake. I would feel a lot better if I had a light to cross with though. Sometimes I debate adding the ten minutes on to my walk just to be able to cross at a light. Then I realize that that is, indeed, ridiculous and I need to be the adult that I am and cross the street.
I feel as though I sometimes need to do some breathing exercises in order to calm myself on my walk up the street. Hopefully one day I will outgrow this childish fear.
Walking up to the corner, my mind goes absolutely crazy. I don’t know what is going to happen in the next few seconds of my life. I don’t know if I am going to have to dart across the street and risk my life just to get to class on time, or if I am going to get lucky and leisurely take my time to cross the street. The anticipation makes my stomach hurt.
It is actually quite embarrassing how worked up I get to cross the street. I am twenty-two years old, for goodness sake. I would feel a lot better if I had a light to cross with though. Sometimes I debate adding the ten minutes on to my walk just to be able to cross at a light. Then I realize that that is, indeed, ridiculous and I need to be the adult that I am and cross the street.
I feel as though I sometimes need to do some breathing exercises in order to calm myself on my walk up the street. Hopefully one day I will outgrow this childish fear.