why is it that as soon as i drive into la, i feel so much tension? my body senses madness, aggression, intensity. my heart begins to race, my shoulders stiffen, and my mood changes from carefree to an unnatural uneasiness. the roadside construction, hurried angelenos, and absurd amounts of traffic, honking, and finger-flips force me out of my skin so that i, too, participate in the survival of the fittest.
in these instances, which is more often than i'd like, i have to practice deep breaths, turn on the weepies, and remember that this is all temporary. i don't have to be a victim nor a participant. i just have to take it easy and count down the months before i'm outta here!
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