Times Square was just TOO MUCH. Too many people everywhere, too many flashing lights, too much traffic. For someone who prefers sitting on the couch watching Hallmark sap on TV, exposing my eyeballs to the horror of Times Square was like driving a thousand and one knives through them. Knives shaped like Mickey Mouse.
So anyway, G and I were in New York last weekend and after many years of successfully avoid it, I decided to give Times Square a second try ... kind of by accident, in that I booked a hotel that basically could only be gotten to by traveling though Mayhem Central.
And guess what??! Yeah, still nope. Guys! The horror that I witnessed circa 2003 is even WORSE in the days of Facebook, iPhones, Instagram, and, best yet, knockoff Disney characters roaming blindly in the crowds of people. "That's NOT EVEN A DESPICABLE ME!" screamed George. I couldn't verify, as I had my eyes closed as we skirted traffic.
Pretty much everyone and everything--from the dirty dispicable WHATEVER to idiots selfieng themselves in front of the flashing crazy--was moving around like zombies, paying attention to exactly nothing. It enraged me so much that I had to spend 45 minutes in the hotel trying to calm myself down before heading back out into the horror.
And so with that, I have decided that Times Square and I are getting a divorce. A super non-amicable one. I will, in fact, be quite delighted if I never have to see its zany face again.
So, what'll it be? Times Square: Hate it or love it?