whenever i head home to nyc, i’m reminded of the intense pace of life there. everything must be done now and quickly. seconds are precious because there’s always someone there before you to beat you and get the job even though you’re definitely more talented and handsome and way over-qualified for the position anyway and who cares if you’re not a graduate of a prestigious program because you’re still worth it, right?
but i digress.
i love walking in most parts of nyc except places like midtown which are way too tourist-dense and reminds me too much walking in san francisco. why is it that i can go at like 100 miles per hour in nyc and not so much as brush another person (specifically, another new yorker)? yet here, i am forced to walk at 5 mph because the idiot in front of me is walking directly in the middle of the street and won’t hurry up and doesn’t hear you even after you’ve said, “excuse me” seven times — and STILL manages to bump into me?
you know: i shouldn’t even have to say, “excuse me.” people need to learn to just pick a side of the street and walk! it’s as if though san franciscans have a sonar system that guides them IN your way versus out.
i can’t hate too much though. we’ve all been in someone’s way at some point in our lives – consciously or subconsciously, physically or emotionally, willingly or unwillingly. i’ve been feeling a bit like that recently though it’s more akin to being a big ol’ blockade that’s just waiting for the war to end so i can be knocked down and lugged away. meanwhile, i’m just static and observing passerbys. occasionally someone will sit on or take a piss on me. sometimes they’ll like me so much they’ll chip away at my stones and take a bit of me home for show and tell. other folks find a way to climb on top, take in the view, then jump down on the other side and i never see them again. bastards.
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Will Dao 