Once you open yourself to others, the madness of crowds can be overwhelming. Edibles don’t help that either, but man… people really do come in all shapes, colors, sizes and genders. They can’t seem to identify with the usual pronoun, but they’ll be quick to identify with the Red Sox or Yankees.
After spending the night in an overly anxious state in Fenway, I’m drained and energized at the same time. Feeling the vibes of thousands of people around you, chaos in each soundwave, and the girl behind me hit my hat 15 times… I was reminded as to why we enjoy small towns much more. Silence really is golden. What I did come to realize is how grateful I am to live in a little city like Plymouth.
Right now my soul feels vibrated to the core, but I made sure to get something in. It’s small, but it’s something. Keep the streak alive.
Oh, and the Red Sox lost 7-6 in the 10th… but we left before the 7th even started. 2 hours sufficed.