Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Saturday, September 19, 2009
 
I've worked all over Manhattan. And when I say all over, I mean all over. I worked in neighborhoods that were avoided by everyone 10 years ago but are now the "it" section of town. Each neighborhood has its charm. But there is one neighborhood that I think has absolutely none. And unfortunately, I work and live in it.

I guess it could have it's charm. But the people who live up here are just devoid of humanity. Seriously, for people who live in the most vibrant city EVER, they sure are ignorant. My partner and I have a phrase that describes them to a T. It's "Whata ya gonna do fa me?" Entitlement much?

This neighborhood is so full of entitled rich people. Mostly Jews. People who seem to have forgotten that they are not the only people who exist. That everyone who lives up here does not celebrate the same holidays as they do. It's always one gigantic complaint after another. Almost as if they feel that they are missing out on something. It's never good enough. Yet, when pressed, they can never really tell you what good enough is.

I spend my days teaching people to bring solutions to problems they find. I feel for them. Because they are confronted by people who can only find problems. Never solutions.

And why do they have to be so mean? Most normal people try to get their problems solved without trying to bring down someone. Not my neighborhood. They seem to think that the only way to take care of problems is to bring someone down. To make them feel guilty. I was once told that that's the only way they know how to handle things. That the only feeling that they recognize as normal or correct is guilt. Which makes sense because all the Jews that I know are always fucking guilt-ridden. For fuck's sake, get over your fucking guilt. And try focusing on being nice. It really is not that hard. Maybe that way you can become charming. Later.
 
Sunday, September 06, 2009
 
Went to the US Open yesterday. Here's some thought:
No seriously. Stay the fuck home. I don't want to hear you moan about how you are having a bad time because you don't know who the players are. No seriously. Later.
 
I'm just writing down some of the things that run through my head.

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