It's New York So Screw It

[note: these are from an earlier version of this blog which was sent through email.]

just some meanderings on nyc life. it's a big place, but the small things make
the heaviest impact on me.


11/08 (already?)
some observations:

don't take an uptown train when you're trying to go downtown in a hurry.
not even by mistake.
trust me.

on the train tonight there was a man who kept laughing. laughing and smiling while reading a very worn looking book in his hands. totally oblivious to everyone around him. just reading and laughing and turning pages.
things like that get to me. not in a bad way, just in a life-is-funny way. you go all day without hearing laughter and then suddenly there's a man sitting across from you who's filling space up with it. only, he's not taking pleasure in another human being, in some kind of interaction -- he's happy because he's alone with his little book.

in other news, i have discovered something. it is called INYSSI, ie It's New York So Screw It. this syndrome applies to many things. in a hurry and your outfit doesn't match? whatever. it's new york, so screw it. no one cares. you realize you've been walking around all day with toilet paper stuck to your shoe? it's new york. screw it because someone, somewhere, is probably eating toilet paper from some one's shoe and loving it. you get into a loud argument over the phone with a significant other in public? screw it. so does everyone else.

new yorkers are a very open people. you could have three heads and goat horns sprouting from your eye sockets, but you probably wouldn't warrant much more than a passing glance of interest.

beautiful women here don't even get much attention. maybe a comment and a look from two or three men. otherwise, though, everyone is very unimpressed by good looks. i think it's because there are so many modelgoddesses walking around that the minute you start thinking about it you end up feeling very small and unimportant indeed.

the above, please note, is applicable only to manhattan. in brooklyn all bets are off.

last night at the local kfc my roommate told off (in a very nice minnesota way) one of the employees. she hated the job and apparently hated us for making her have to be there and work. so, my roommate eyes the worker and says, "cheer up, it's not that sad," as we were leaving. and what do you know? the man behind us got greeted with a "welcome to kfc, how may i help you?"
all we got was a frown and attitude.

my cat ringo ate all the sausage off my pizza tonight, but i guess that doesn't count for news on living in nyc.

that's all for now. until next time remember there " just ain't no place like new york."