

OK, so here is the thing, living and working in NYC is extremely challenging. The things that most people take for granted are a huge luxury to us New Yorkers, like for example riding in a car. Do you have any idea how much it cost to ride in a car in this city? Trust me you don't want to know. In any event, life just isn't the same around here. The worst thing in the world is the subway. For starters, you have to wait what feels like forever and a day for the darn thing to come, and then once it does come, yeah it is packed so you can't get on the thing, and you have to wait again for another one to come. Now that is just frustrating. So OK, you finally get on a train that isn't "too" packed, but don't even think about having a seat, cause you won't find one. So you stand next to someone, whom you probably don't care to stand next to in the first place, and you and them are so close you can hear each other breathe, sound fun yet? Yea i didn't think so. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you arrive at your destination, which is the middle of nowhere, so now you get to walk to where ever it is you are trying to go. So for all you tourists out there who think pedestrian New Yorkers are rude, yea I have two words for you... HA HA, just kidding, but really that is enough right there to drive a person nuts.
There are over 8 million humans living in NYC, not to mention the zillion other creatures walking around. That means this is one crowded city. Everywhere you go, there are always a ton of people. You can't even go to the bathroom in this city alone. Moving around is always difficult and frustrating because you have to do so with at least a million other people at any given time. The only time you get peace (and slight peace at that) is when you are in the "comforts" of your 2 by 2 foot apartment, if you are lucky enough to have an entire apartment to yourself. Space is so limited that most people live in very tiny apartments, unless you are fortunate enough to be a billionaire and can afford a slightly bigger dwelling. Even my desk at work is crazy small. Most people across the country get to sit in, at the very least, a small cubicle. You are lucky if you have a desk in New York. I sit in a small little "workstation" amongst my fellow co-workers. I can hear every phone call, every little conversation and I pick up every disease that might happen to be floating around, so annoying to say the least!
The next challenge, being on display. As I am sure you have comprehended by now, space is very limited in this city. You are never alone. That being said, you are always on display. This might be more of a challenge for a female than a male, but since the ratio of females to males in this city is 52.6% to 47.4% (another huge challenge if you are a single female), chances are I am talking to mostly females anyways. You have always got to be on your game here. Don't make a mistake or you will be ostracized for it. Always look your best because you are always being judged. This is a particular hard thing for me. I like to just kick it. I couldn't care less about looking good; I am perfectly content going out in my sweats, big no no in the city. NYC is the land of everything designer. So unless those are Gucci sweats on my rear, I best not wear them out. It is hard keeping up in this city and if you try, you will certainly go broke!
As you see, there are many challenges on the typical New Yorker. We have a lot on our brains. Mostly how we are going to get to where we are going. We truly aren't thinking about being nice or being rude. We are pretty much just concentrating on surviving the day. The thing is when push comes to shove (not literally), we will always fall through for you. We really are some of the nicest people on earth. People just don't get us. No, we are not like most people around the country, but that being said, we also don't deal in the same situations as most people do. The situation here in NYC is very unique and unlike any other city (large or small) in this country.
I know New Yorkers are kind people from personal experience. I am probably the worlds clumsiest person. I am always tripping over my own feet which usually results in really nasty spills (those of you who know me have some really good stories I am sure). So one of these nasty little falls happened in Brooklyn when I first moved to the city. I was trying to cross the street after getting off the subway (so you know I was extra messed up at the time). I saw a bit of water that no one else would walk through and in an effort to get away from the crowd, I decided to walk through the puddle, I mean how deep could it have been? It turned out to be a small river in the middle of the street, and because I was unaware of its depth, I lost my balance and fell into the puddle. My body was completely infiltrated by water. I was wet from my head to my toes and so was everything in my purse. Do you know that at least 15 people came over to help me? OK, so it was kind of embarrassing, but I was glad to know that my fellow New Yorkers had my back.
You see, we are just like everyone else. We cry, we bleed, we get angry, we get happy just like everyone else in this country, and we can even be nice at times. But don't come to this city and expect us to cater to you, we don't have time, space or the energy for all that. Come at your own will (meaning look out for yourself) and do be careful because just as there are anywhere, we do have a "few" bad apples. But instead of looking at us as the impatient ones, bring your patience to the city and try to be a little understanding of our situation. Til next time!!!!!




