One of the aspects of manhattan living is that at any given time, I will run into people I don't care to even talk to or look at. I also hate running into friends of friends of friends that have seen pictures of me and then feeling obligated to play nice thinking, how the hell do they know me and how many people we have in common? And why are you talking to me.
This used to happen to me before the era of social networking sites. I would often run into people at gigs or trendy resturants downtown. The worst is running into people from LA that you know in New York. Yuck, and then when those people know who you are its like, WTF STFU.
I guess here in America I've had a lot of "friends" who i consider semi-famous wasted superstars... Most of the people I knew / friends with growing up always had some interesting perk to hanging out.. free food at trendy resturant, free gigs, fashion shows, free books, free movie screenings.. and most of these vapid vacous individuals I have known in my life continue to roam around manhattan and irk me with their presence. It was entertainment event trading at its best. Why do the people that I do not talk to think I want to talk to them and be friends with them still? I have kept a low profile in the past couple of years.. bleh and i still run into them around the city. Maybe that is why I can get so miserable in new york.
But I hate to admit it, sometimes I go along with things so I won't get so lonely because sometimes dealing with fake people that you are passive/aggressive towards and cant stand really beats sitting at home doing nothing but watching the telly and being on the interwebs.
Maybe thats why I always carry a pair of sunglasses, boston red sox cap, copy of the new york times, and my laptop so I don't appear to be noticeable. The good thing about new york is that there is always more than one subway line, many exits in one station. If i think I glance and see someone, i turn the other way, get in the next car, and always put the ny times in my face.
I hate hate hate running into my old posh friends. The ones that lived uptown with indispensible trust funds - where most of them ended up cocaine addicts over time. One of them borrowed 200 from me and never paid me back. Then again I was stupid. Why would I lend 200 USD to someone who thought that was chump change? I eventually knew from others that most of my friends were ending up on drugs. That $20o was used for a gram of something. Like I care. The bloody noses and disappearance in contact over days confirmed it. Anyway, I hate it when these druggies try to become friends with you again five years later saying they are clean i came out of rehab blah blah.. i mean really? Like I am going to hang out with some self proclaimed ex druggie that could possibly end myself in legal trouble? Relapse is inevitable. uh, no thanks. Once I even gave the girl who owed me $200 a packet of sugar some years later and said, snort this bitch as I got my starbucks coffee take-away. Oh, I ran into her in a starbucks.
The stories of me running into people I hate are too many. But I have avoided many confrontations successfully.
It's not like I hate people but most of my american friends really suck sometimes, I just feel that way. Oh well. Hey UK , someone go and get me an ILR please so I can disappear to the EU without a trace (like I dream of)?
1 comment:
don't sweat it jeany jean. it'll be you and i laughing at the end.
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