There are so many beautiful parks. There are so many experiences to be had away from sources of rage & frustration.
But you won't find it from a publication that depends on your rage addiction.
And that is because you let it.
There's probably a name for the bias.
On the East Coast at least, parks are for loud people to play music, they're full of litter, dogs running around, and a general American distaste for peace and beauty and quiet contemplation. We Americans love function, profit and socializing more than we value beauty.
We Americans loathe quiet, contemplating, reading, and taking things in. It's a waste of time that could be spent doing something productive.
At least they're complaining about systems and trying to think about how to regulate or change them. You're just complaining about your neighbors.
No. I don't want to go anywhere anymore. All the sidewalks are full of SUVs, blatantly blocking my way even though it's prohibited.
Police is looking the other way.
City council doesn't react to inquiries because (as stated in the protocol of one of the meetings) "complaints sent by citizens are anecdotal anyway, and they tend to be concerned with just the one street where they live."
I try to avoid leaving the house as best as I can. Going outside has become pure rage fuel for me.