He’s always on the go and he’s never got the time to sit and enjoy the fresh air. He’s never got the time to use the manners that he’d learned from his parents during his childhood. He’s always got somewhere to be.
He is the average New Yorker. Walking fast for no reason as well as talking on the phone every five minutes of the day.
I am the average New Yorker; creeped out by non-New Yorkers. People that trudge down the block as if they have time, people that smile at me… especially the ones that smile at me and say “hello.”
In any other state, a smile and an acknowledgement is considered polite while here a woman will think you’re either a creeper or trying to hit on her and a guy will think you’re interested in him if you do anything as miniscule as smirk at him.
Whenever I return to New York from vacation, I automatically put on a new facade once I get on the train. There’s no smiling or waving at strangers on the train, I just glance with a straight face or keep my eyes on the advertisements posted up.
Although it may sound horrible to anyone who isn’t from New York, it’s not bad to be a New Yorker. Being a New Yorker makes one independent and it definitely opens the mind. I was traveling on public transportation alone at least by age 14, when I enrolled in high school.
I’ve also been exposed to so many different types of people in this big city that never sleeps. I’ve run into people I would have never even imagined.
This is why I’m proud to be an average New Yorker.