Graduation Final Season American West Trip DAY 11 – Los Angeles I Have No Love for You

Note: This article represents only the author's personal opinion and does not involve any political, religious, or other people's views.

Note 2: Since Los Angeles left me with absolutely no good impression, this article does not contain any photos.

My impression of Los Angeles was vague before, but after spending these past two days here, I feel like I'll never come back. I really dislike this city, even more than I dislike New York. If New York is a city worth passing through, then Los Angeles is a completely meaningless city for me.

Of course, all likes and dislikes are...

It all started on the tenth day when I arrived. I arrived at 5 pm and found that the car rental company was closed. I had no choice but to take a taxi back to the hotel and then rent a car the next day. The taxi driver from the station was a Mexican who barely spoke any English. He kept talking in a strange language and on the walkie-talkie, which made me very uncomfortable. Secondly, in just a few miles, I saw Chinese-style traffic. It wasn't congestion, but the way he drove, cutting in and out of traffic, made me feel like I was back in China.

Upon arriving at the hotel, I found the room to be very small. Thinking about it, it made sense; I had booked the cheapest room downtown, so this was acceptable. (Foreshadowing, archived)

As usual, after resting at the hotel, we wandered around and saw the city's prosperity, but also its filth—it was truly filthy. The ground and walls were covered in garbage; walking on the streets felt like walking through a garbage dump. It was very unpleasant. Someone told me it was because I was in downtown, and later I found that other places were indeed much better, but this impression has taken root and grown into a big tree in my mind. Sorry... Los Angels

The next day we set off for Hollywood Boulevard. I personally really hate crowds, but Los Angeles wasn't that badly crowded—it's Hollywood, after all, a world-famous place, everyone wants to visit. But seriously, can someone explain why there are traffic jams everywhere in the city?! It's past 10 am, past rush hour... Sigh.

Upon arriving at the Hollywood Walk of Fame, I was greeted by a commercial street with a few name-engraved tiles on the ground. To be honest, I'm not a fan of any particular film; I was just there to experience the atmosphere. I hadn't walked far when a few strange uncles grabbed my small hand, enthusiastically wanting to take pictures. Before I could even react, my oblivious father had already pressed the button on his phone. Annoyed, I grabbed five dollars from my pocket and slapped them in their faces. A few steps later, the same "cosmic kung fu" appeared again, chasing after me asking, "Are you Chinese?" "Did you wear a red scarf when you were little?" "...... (you know what I mean)," following me like I owed them money. It was incredibly annoying. I finally escaped and entered a large mall, and then, damn it, another one appeared! I'm so angry! Three of them in just ten minutes! Go practice your "cosmic kung fu," go practice it! Why are you bothering me? What do I care if you get persecuted? If you really get persecuted, show me your severed arms and legs! I don't care about your nonsense; don't ruin my mood.

It's quite a coincidence. This morning I saw the news about six men in Shandong who beat a woman to death at McDonald's after she refused their phone number. I was filled with righteous indignation and extreme resentment, with nowhere to vent my anger, and then this happened! I was already planning to do another one. If I don't teach you idiots a lesson, I'm not a Tao! It seems those people with "cosmic superpowers" heard my thoughts, and they haven't bothered me since. "Cosmic superpowers" really are powerful...

On a side note, I saw a report today saying this was done by a cult. Although I don't know the truth, I genuinely feel that some people in this world are irrational. They only know they are right, but they don't know why. When others refute them, their only reason is "I am right." I don't know the background or purpose of these people promoting their supposed supernatural powers. Just by the fact that you're here on a weekday promoting this nonsense, I know you've accomplished nothing! If you think your supernatural powers are good, go practice them! If I think yours are good, I will naturally learn about them and study them. What's the meaning of this forced sales pitch? I was originally going to pity you and try to understand the so-called truth, but your behavior has made me immediately blacklist you!

The unpleasant experience at the Avenue of Stars quickly faded away at Haidilao. It's really expensive, but really delicious.

After that, we went to Griffith Observatory, which was the happiest time I had in Los Angeles. Firstly, I love this kind of thing, and secondly, the view of the entire city from there is very impressive.

Back at the hotel that night, (foreshadowing, rewinding) the climax arrived—finally leaving Los Angeles! Filled with joy and excitement, I planned to sing a song, take a shower, and then drift off to sleep. Then, yo~~~~~~~~~~Yo~~~~~~~~yo~~~—it started, and the whole room began to shake. Okay, I admit I was a bit greedy, but couldn't the hotel be a little more professional? Why not give guests the rooms above the bar? The bar is on the first floor, the accommodations on the second, and there's absolutely no soundproofing! The whole room was filled with "yo yo," followed by a subwoofer, vibrating all night long!!! Finally, it was 2 AM… and all night, my head was filled with that "yo~~~~" yo. In the morning, I finally left this awful place!!!

Well, I've encountered all sorts of disgusting things. Maybe I'm just unlucky, but Los Angeles is truly not for me. I don't like crowds, noise, chaos, dirt, and especially rude people! All I can say is that Washington D.C. is perfect for me. Of all the places I've been to in America, none have surpassed it. Especially Northern Virginia—quiet yet vibrant, bustling yet tranquil.