My frustration with things in New York, home of everything super amazing, is that anything actually worth doing/seeing/hearing/wearing is instantly sold out, unavailable, or a ridiculously long wait. For example, Friday night, M and I wanted to go out to the movies. So did EVERYONE else. All of the decent movies out that weekend were sold out until the late late showings. Today, I tried to wait in line for the Yayoi Kusama exhibit, Infinity Mirrored Room—The Souls of Millions of Light Years Away, but after 10 minutes in line around 1pm, I was informed that the line had been cut off already for the day. No more visitors were expected to get in before closing time. And even 6 months after the craze began, the Cronut line outside of Dominque Ansel bakery is still a couple of hours long. I actually waited one day, in the freezing cold, wishing I had a friend with me to hold my spot in line so I could grab a chai to warm my hands. The Cronut was worth the wait, by the way, although I recommend eating it while it’s still fresh as after awhile the taste of grease begins to take over.
This leaves me with an uneasy feeling of missing out. The last morning of the Yayoi Kusama exhibit is in two days, and I have the morning off. Do I wake up early, stand in a several hour long line to possibly by "transformed" by this exclusive, amazing, mind-blowing exhibit? Or do I take my time getting up, enjoy the quiet of the morning, get some long-overdue chores done, and pass by this possibly once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? If I decide to miss it, did I make a huge mistake? How will I ever know, unless I do go?!?! It's enough to drive me nearly mad. Sometimes, I lay in bed contemplating the options. That alone can cause me to freeze, in panic, uncertain of the consequences of my decisions.