A girl about 7 or 8 years old was on the train this morning badgering her distressed father on whether it was called Manhattan or Madhattan. I don't know where she got this from, but it's a commentary on our lack of cheer nonetheless.
Sure you can find nice people in NYC, most of whom were raised in the south and moved up here at one point or another.
There's something about the long commute by crowded, smelly, trains with the occasional crazy bum that puts people in a bad mood. Is it that we just aren't forgiving people? Are we unhappy in other areas of our lives and take out our frustrations on the MTA?
I know if one too many people beg me for money, and turn down the food I offer them, that'll quickly put me in a discouraged, verging on angry mood.
So, maybe we should try to ease our stresses some and enjoy life more. Maybe then we can be a part of the greatest city in the world again, Manhattan, not Madhattan.
Xoxo
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