A very bad start to the year.
As I see it, the biggest problem with living in New York City is that you have nowhere to cry. On an astronomically bad day anywhere else, you can hunker down in your car or find a deserted restroom or sidewalk somewhere and just cry your sad little heart out. Here, there are no cars (you shouldn't have to pay cab fare to cry) and certainly no deserted sidewalks or restrooms.... anywhere.
So, when you're told you might possibly have something that could turn into cancer, your credit card is declined, and you're about to get canned from your job, you are pretty much screwed (well, that was obvious) and shit outta luck when it comes to trying to release the anger, sadness, and disappointment that is life.
When life seems impossible in NYC (and it often does), where can a girl turn?
I won't bore you with the details of how pathetic, depressing, and unprofessional today's string of events have been- I just wish that there was someplace, somewhere, in this city that I could get one second of wailing out. If you're a napper, you can purchase siesta time in a pod in midtown, if you're stressed you can have a massage, if you're lazy you can have your hair professionally blown dry anytime you want. NYC has everything except privacy, but I think it's high time we got somewhere to cry, other than behind one's sunglasses on a crowded subway train.
I am going to go home and drink a bottle of wine, research health insurance, and hope that tomorrow I can get through the day without hiding out in the last bathroom stall, trying to sniffle silently. Keep your fingers crossed (and a little prayer wouldn't hurt either).
xoxoxoxoBon
posted by sissie @ 4:55 PM
2 Comments:
;_;
I wish I could just hug you and let you cry into my shoulder. That would be something.
As it is, go ahead and cry wherever. It's not like anyone is really going to think twice about it. Perhaps the reason that there's no place to cry in NYC is because everyone just lets it all hang out anyway. Who knows? Maybe some friendly stranger will even buy you a cup of coffee for your woes. Or at least smile at you and tell you they hope you feel better.
I hope you feel better. I think it is a really good idea that I am coming to live with you this summer, because I will cry with you and then go out and rent something cheesy to make you feel better. And buy something cheesy, specifically Smartfood. And then we can eat at Michael's or get some Sun Wah or just cook green bean casserole in an extra-large dish. :) And even hike to Magnolia for cupcakes. And take a detour to the condomania store to find some wacky birth control. And then eat Yonah's, Chinatown lo mein and a billion weird bun-like objects just for the hell of it.
And if you're really feeling down, we can even go to the Homemark and look for hats. Because Homemark hats make everyone feel better. In fact, next time you feel sad, put on your hat and look in the mirror. I promise, it makes me laugh every time.
In short, don't leave your job for at least another week or two so I can send you something there. Moohahahaha.
It just occurred to me that when you live here, we won't have to squeeze all those activiites in- we can do them all, anytime we want! That will be so astronomically (a recent fav. word) fabulous.
Thanks for all that too, I feel much better. I'm quitting on Monday! And potentially have more freelance work :) I know I'll be ok...
and I got a huuuuge shipment from American Apparel today! watch out world, I'll cloth you in sweatshop-free apparel items-!
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