From The Daily Prompt‘s post: Wrong Turns: When was the last time you got lost? Was it an enjoyable experience, or a stressful one? Tell us all about it.
Lots of people get lost in New York City, right? Then why was I so worried?
The last time I visited my long-distance boyfriend, we took a special trip to the mystical land of The Big Apple. We planned to dine at a pizza joint specially built inside an old cathedral before catching a show starring our favourites: Sirs Ian McKellan and Patrick Stewart. It was to be a delightful and inspiring adventure!
The moment we stepped off our bus into the chaotic din of the NYC Terminal, however, I panicked. I had no idea where we were or who to trust in all those faces, and the warnings of my teachers from a previous school trip echoed in the noise created by the station: “Don’t talk to people; don’t even make eye-contact. You will be pick-pocketed or kidnapped if you don’t pay full attention to everything.” Needless to say, I tensed up.
My boyfriend and I stepped out onto the streets, where I thought I’d die. He’d have to somehow drag my body home, and that would not be pleasant for him. Luckily, he brought a GPS. Unluckily, it proved useless since the streets were so close together, and the accuracy was so-so. Plus, the numerous skyscrapers botched up the signal altogether. As we tried to find our way, my mind focused on analyzing every person who passed, marking them as “friend” or “foe.” Pretty much everyone was a foe, and I was prepared to defend my life.
We bought a map, which sort of solved our lost problem, but I was still convinced we’d never find our way out of the city. It would trap us there for sure.
I didn’t want to be pegged as a tourist, to avoid being robbed, but my dear beaux reminded me that sometimes it’s okay to stare up at the skyscrapers surrounding you, such giant marvels of human engineering! Just make sure your belongings are out of pick-pocket range, and you should be a-okay. Something I’ve been working on is trusting my boyfriend’s laid-back attitude, especially when he asserts he has control of the situation. Everything turns out all right in the end. What can I say? I’m a control freak!
Next time we go to The Big Apple, I’m sure I’ll still be a bit tense, but overall, I think I’ve learned my lesson that it’s not always bad to be surrounded by giants of human engineering. At least there’s always something cool to look at, even if you are lost!