Ruling the world: If a tree fell in the woods, how would it effect traffic on the Long Island Expressway? In California, we are taught to be global citizens. This is not a product of September 11 th either, just ask former Atlanta Braves pitcher and all around jerk-off John Rocker… New York is not unique in this camaraderie, but it may be more stern in it’s practice than most other places in the world.
Storied slacker crossword free#
Like siblings, they are free to beat and mock each other mercilessly, but anyone not from the city is strictly forbidden from the familial bonding. They will at once steal each other’s seats on the subway, yell, honk, and curse at each other, while still defending one another to the death from outsiders.
Surviving in the world’s largest family: New Yorkers relate to each other both as enemies, and comrades in arms. New York is saying ‘I will give you everything you’ ve ever wanted, and all I ask in return is that you take it from me.’ Isn’t that how we all want our romances to go? Perfection is for suckers, real love is 24 hour pizza parlors and an unfathomably hot cup of deli coffee on a chilly, wet spring morning. Anything you can imagine is not only possible in New York, it likely already exists. Taken as a whole, the city is a love letter to the American dream. From virtually any spot in Manhattan you are within walking distance of great food, world class entertainment, culture, shopping, and landmarks. Spending the rest of your days happily ever after with your soul mate- It’s not all gloom and doom. New York give you nothing unconditionally. Just as it seems the city is opening it’s arms for you, giving you your every desire, you get mugged, or hit by a taxi, or it starts to rain even though it’s 95 degrees out. Like a nagging spouse over your shoulder, 24 hours a day, New York is always expecting more from you while refusing to give the moment of piece you so richly crave. Let me examine the above New York states of mind…īeing trapped in a loveless marriage- No matter the time of day or night, no matter the month of the year, the year of the decade, or the decade of the century, the noise in New York City never quite stops. At that moment I knew ‘oh yeah, I could be a New Yorker, provided I could spend my days wandering the streets and not, you know, *working*’īack to my point. As a matter of fact, my favorite New York moment occurred on my last visit, when I was stopped in Central Park by a couple of mid-westerners asking me for directions.
Besides, upon visiting New York my first goal is always to look as little like a tourist as I possibly can. Why, you ask, do I feel I have that right? Honestly, I don’t, but the thought has been kicking me in the ass for a few weeks now, so I’m just getting it out there. The subject of visiting New York from the outside has equally been trod into a finely worn path, but I cannot recall ever reading a non New Yorker’s view on what it must be like to live in the city. Notice the dichotomy? I realize, I was pretty subtle there… Feel free to read it again if you need to… Yep, there’s some opposites in there, but every single one of them seems to apply when considering a life in New York.įirst off, I also fully recognize that a non New Yorker writing about living in New York is about as popular as Carrot Top performing in blackface, but the subject of New York from a New Yorker’s point of view has been explored to death. Contracting bowel-shaking food poisoning on a weekly basis Eating 5-star meals, morning, noon, and nightĦ. Surviving in the world’s largest familyĥ. Spending the rest of your days happily ever after with your soul mateģ. Is there a more dysfunctional relationship than the one between New Yorkers and New York City?įrom working with, talking with, and witnessing first hand the wily New Yorker in their native environment, I have come to the conclusion that unlike anywhere else in the world, living in New York City shares a close bond with the following:Ģ. I have however, gone off on a tangent this morning.
Don’t get me wrong, there were some great things about my exploration of the west with CSD Julie, but I have not yet quite gathered my thoughts in that ‘write a blog post’ way as of yet. To be honest, I haven’t yet been in that reflective place.
Storied slacker crossword movie#
A movie I watched, a book I read, a meal I ate, a wine I purchased, a slot machine I lost at, etc. If you hop aboard my train of thought all I can guarantee you is a derailment… I anticipated that my first post back from vacation would be about something I saw or did whilst out of town.
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