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shadowkatToday seems to be my day for telling people: That is not true or no, that is not the case. I think I'm tired of people.
At Walgreens, I'm standing behind these two young, and incredibly short women (they come up to my boobs), who are discussing how dark and solitary NYC is. That you are a stranger amongst strangers. No one talks to you. People are rude and don't even see you. No one says hello to you on the street. It's a cold and unforgiving city. Blah, blah, blah, blah. Typical NYC newbie whine. (You know you're a New Yorker when the whine irritates you much like someone scratching their nails down a chalkboard. You think frigging tourists, go home. The city doesn't owe you a thing.)
And for some reason, I felt the need to speak up. "That is not true."
They turn to look at me. Twentysomething. Possibly younger. Hard to tell really. They came across as very young. Think they've seen it all. Smug patronizing smile.
So I say, quietly, "just the other day, I was on the subway, packed with people, and we were all commiserating about how it didn't stop at certain stops. And banded together. And I've had people talk to me on the streets. It varies. I've also lived in various states, people are more or less the same every where. They aren't nicer anywhere else."
"Good to know," they state. "Good to keep in mind. Thank you." And later, "Have a good day, Ma'am."
When did I get old? When did I become a New Yorker? It seems like yesterday that I moved here, to the city. Learned this week, that two co-workers who are currently in their 30s, were 11 and 16 years of age in 1996, when I first moved to NYC. I was 28, just two years out of law school. Where did the time fly to?
I should have kept my mouth shut. I don't know why I spoke. I guess, they irritated me. (shrugs)
The world, I've discovered gives back what you send out into it. Whatever that may be. I'm trying to be more careful about what I send out. Wish others would do the same. But, alas, all I can control is myself...and some days I do that better than others.
At Walgreens, I'm standing behind these two young, and incredibly short women (they come up to my boobs), who are discussing how dark and solitary NYC is. That you are a stranger amongst strangers. No one talks to you. People are rude and don't even see you. No one says hello to you on the street. It's a cold and unforgiving city. Blah, blah, blah, blah. Typical NYC newbie whine. (You know you're a New Yorker when the whine irritates you much like someone scratching their nails down a chalkboard. You think frigging tourists, go home. The city doesn't owe you a thing.)
And for some reason, I felt the need to speak up. "That is not true."
They turn to look at me. Twentysomething. Possibly younger. Hard to tell really. They came across as very young. Think they've seen it all. Smug patronizing smile.
So I say, quietly, "just the other day, I was on the subway, packed with people, and we were all commiserating about how it didn't stop at certain stops. And banded together. And I've had people talk to me on the streets. It varies. I've also lived in various states, people are more or less the same every where. They aren't nicer anywhere else."
"Good to know," they state. "Good to keep in mind. Thank you." And later, "Have a good day, Ma'am."
When did I get old? When did I become a New Yorker? It seems like yesterday that I moved here, to the city. Learned this week, that two co-workers who are currently in their 30s, were 11 and 16 years of age in 1996, when I first moved to NYC. I was 28, just two years out of law school. Where did the time fly to?
I should have kept my mouth shut. I don't know why I spoke. I guess, they irritated me. (shrugs)
The world, I've discovered gives back what you send out into it. Whatever that may be. I'm trying to be more careful about what I send out. Wish others would do the same. But, alas, all I can control is myself...and some days I do that better than others.
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