is this how people in florida feel?

ex-pat thanksgiving in argentina was weird and i didn't like it. it felt like one of those monkeys that gets dressed up like a person so that you almost forget it's a monkey except for all the fur and then you remember. it was like that and there was this man i don't know his name but he was sitting there with his face all blue from the televisions and his napkin was tucked into his shirt collar and his mouth was full and kind of half-open. he was kind of slouched over with his fork in the air and i knew he didn't even know what he was doing or eating or anything and so i got out of there and ate a hamburger instead. i also stopped traffic to help an old man cross the street because i was feeling generally pretty good about being american and/or alive. well it took us about two hours to cross the street and his arm skin was really loose. it felt like a waterbed. we walked so slowly that it felt like time was stopping and i think maybe it did for a minute but you can never be sure of those things. and also i kept feeling like i wanted to yell at people and shake them and say "IT'S THANKSGIVING!!!" only i didn't do it. it was the same feeling i get when i walk into a glassware store where i feel like i might break something because i can imagine myself doing it and i can see how the plate would look smashed on the floor. THE END.