I wholeheartedly believe pigeons hate me. Truly, they’re quite possibly the most terrifying creatures I’ve ever met. Spine chilling, even.
Well, with the exception of ducks… and geese are particularly nightmare inducing… and then there’s fish… but still!! Pigeons!! Fear them!!
Honestly, New York shouldn’t’ve been as overwhelming as it was. I think it was mainly a culmination of spending most of my time cooped up in my house, and not having been on a vacation in a while. The sounds, the smells, the people. Everything was so busy, and while it did a fantastic job of reminding me of my insignificance in the universe, it was also highly stressful. I tend to shy away from loud noises, and New York was overflowing with them. I visited on the Fourth of July, which basically meant even more loud, annoying noises. In other words, fireworks.
Yeah… I was fairly certain the hotel was under attack and we were all going to die… no what I don’t overthink things…
The trip did not even moderately resemble my idea of a good time, and all I wanted was to go back home. But that was all at the start. Plot twist time. Turns out, New York is gorgeous?? It’s incredibly photogenic (this is a fact, I was taking photos of the most random things and it still looked good) and super artistic. Now, I’m by no means a professional in terms of photography but I got some pretty decent photos of buildings, art, and a demonic pigeon. You know, the basics.
We also ended up visiting M&M’s world, at which I was promptly SCAMMED BY THE EVIL MACHINES! No, I’m not bitter, I have no idea what you’re talking about. It said to pull the handle slowly. WHICH I MOST DEFINITELY DID! I THINK! PROBABLY! Well, I think I did… BUT STILL! I did nothing to wrong to them!!
I think Ok well. Point is. The machines decided to hate me!! For no reason?? And when I pulled the handle (at a very reasonable speed mind you) way too many dark blue M&M’s spilled out and I didn’t know how to get rid of them so I just bought the whole bag… but I ended up giving most of them to my sister anyway so… I regret my life’s decisions.
Sigh. On the bright side of all of this, New York is pretty and my camera roll looks quite nice. Even after the pushy pigeons and the dastardly dispenser (yes, I am failing at alliteration, thank you for noticing) I would still go back just to take in the sights. I’m not great at photography, but I do want to highlight a few memorable moments/photos I had from the trip. So, without further ado, I present to you: The Pigeon. And Other Stuff.
Disastrous trip experiences? Bad encounters with pigeons? Tell me all.