I'm gonna keep this brief because I haven't been in the best of moods lately.
I don't know what it is about the Holiday season that causes internal rage. It's like once Daylight Savings Time ends, the sun starts setting earlier, and the Holiday decorations start popping up in all the stores that are hiring for Seasonal part-time help simultaneously, the nonsensical curseword strings inside my head continue to get longer and more obnoxious-sounding, and the rage just makes me feel emotionally unwell.
So far, I've only found two temporary solutions to these issues of mine: Hugs and puppies. Unfortunately, even they fall short where I'm from.
"But Pete," I hear you say, "Isn't New York a dog's city?" That is true to a certain extent. After all, there are pet owners who prefer cats over dogs. When it comes to NYC dogs, it depends on how friendly the dog is, and if both the dog and owner are willing to let you say hello. For example, I'm good with the dogs in my building because they're in my building, and I live there. That's a safe zone. When I'm in the streets, not everydog is willing to sniff you, nor will any owner allow you to pet their dog. This is most unfortunate because I could benefit from a Dog Therapy house call or date.
As for hugs, they're wonderful. Especially when you're being hugged by family or someone that you like. Since New Yorkers are pretty much famous for keeping to themselves, I would need to put in extra effort to get to know people. Thank God (literally) that there are nice people who I volunteer with at my church. Now if only they'd invite me to lunch at that new Chick-Fil-A that opened up...
On second thought, forget Chick-Fil-A. They still need to fix that "line around the corner" issue before they get any of my $$$.