You know, even though I moved into a new place, and even though I have really put an effort into meeting new people (Well, more than usual), the one thing that I'll never get over, about a big city, is how weird the people are here. I know there are many types of weird, but man, there is only one kind of big city weird.
And, you know, it's strange, and I don't know if it's me or what, but I am starting to relate a lot more to 'family'' people, the ones that talk about babies and their children, then to the kinds of people who live a metro-lifestyle. The alternative, the hip, the hipsters, the scenesters, I just don't get it. Why are they all so interested in 'the big city?' Everybody, especially my generation, wants to be somebody, and not just anybody, but like REALLY. REALLY someone.
And as far as I can tell, the point of really being someone is not so that people like you for who you are, but that they like you for what you represent, whether a fashion label or an idea.
And while I can handle all of this, even to the point of it being a little strange, I find it sad that the older I get, the less balanced my peers seems to be, and the more I miss the company of people from a small city or town, with what I guess would now be called 'fundamental values.' It seems to me that big city people want to be liked or loved not based on their personality or thoughts, deeds, or actions, but on something like how much money they make, or how much they fit into a certain cookie-cutter mold. And, really, it is a mold. It's nothing special. Special is being who you are without drugs or booze or some other co-dependent method to tell yourself you're special.
You're already special. I believe it.
Sometimes I just see so much sadness around me and wish I could end it.
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