This was a gift I didn't know I needed. I've been on the precipice of tears for a few days and this put me over. Thank you. Cathartic. I would love to know the back story of these insecure people. So many of us are vastly different than what we portray. Knowing how easily you saw the insecurities made me think I'm probably not as good of an actor in public as I think.
I've certainly had those moments in NYC, outside Cedric's, or Lido, or Bad Horse, or Small's, at one time, anyway; and I loved just watching people come and go.
Once upon a time I sold newspapers on Sunday from a stand on the outside of the cafe that employed me. I've noticed the shift in people too. We used to stop and say hello or even got upset at unexpected discordance in our day; we did not film it, take pictures, and post it, then milk it in hopes of even something more inconsequential.
What I miss: being inconsequentially and unapologetically human, in whatever small ways, with each other, every day, and loving each other anyway, whoever we were. Thank you for this, it's beautiful. 😊
Oh, and PS - this is not to disparage the special moments we are able to capture and share today that we couldn't in the past (this post being one of them!), just a lament at being captured ourselves to the point we miss the actual moments we thought we were capturing.
This was a gift I didn't know I needed. I've been on the precipice of tears for a few days and this put me over. Thank you. Cathartic. I would love to know the back story of these insecure people. So many of us are vastly different than what we portray. Knowing how easily you saw the insecurities made me think I'm probably not as good of an actor in public as I think.
Your observations were so descriptive and made me feel like I was there too.
Great column.
Absolutely enjoyed this. Thank you!
This is philosophart! The beginning of having a town square where Socrates was speechifying. We may have made back to the beginning.
I've certainly had those moments in NYC, outside Cedric's, or Lido, or Bad Horse, or Small's, at one time, anyway; and I loved just watching people come and go.
Once upon a time I sold newspapers on Sunday from a stand on the outside of the cafe that employed me. I've noticed the shift in people too. We used to stop and say hello or even got upset at unexpected discordance in our day; we did not film it, take pictures, and post it, then milk it in hopes of even something more inconsequential.
What I miss: being inconsequentially and unapologetically human, in whatever small ways, with each other, every day, and loving each other anyway, whoever we were. Thank you for this, it's beautiful. 😊
Oh, and PS - this is not to disparage the special moments we are able to capture and share today that we couldn't in the past (this post being one of them!), just a lament at being captured ourselves to the point we miss the actual moments we thought we were capturing.