Separation of bridge and tunnel. — The Social Experience
When you live in New York, location is everything. How far is it from my apartment, what trains do I need to take to get there, is there a bus, how much would a taxi be? This all factors in to whether or not people decide to go to parties, or stores, or hell, even just to see one another. I live in Brooklyn, a handful of friends live just over the bridge in Queens, I see them most often because it's the easiest and quickest commute. Other friends live deeper in Queens and the commute can take up to an hour or more by subway. I think I've been to their apartment maybe three times. Others live in New Jersey, the place where friendships go to die, and that commute also can take up to an hour or more. Friends who live in the city are rather easy to get to but hardly anyone lives in the city anymore. What all of this means, coupled with the fact that mostly everyone is now paired off and no longer in their early 20's, is that no one really sees one another as often as we all once did. No one wants to put in the time and effort to make the commute just for some face to face time. Parties are usually a different story since they happen so infrequently but even still, when no one makes the decision to host and it's left to the group to decide, everyone wants to stay in their neck of the woods. Let it be said that I am just as guilty as the rest of them, and I'm starting to think that once Adam & I move to Portland and the opportunity to see any of our friends no longer exists, that I'll look back on the infrequency of which my friends and I hung out, mainly due to lack of interest in making the commute, and think to myself how unfortunate it was that we were all so disinterested and self involved.
Every year that we live is a chapter in the Book of Life. One's Book can be so interesting as to make old friends never forget who you were, and their presents will always be felt as an influence in your life. Such is the chapter of childhood, it shapes who we are and how we live. I am proud of your Book Lamar.
i nub you. when i have a car, i will drive it to see you. one million miles.
or i will take a plane and rent a car.
jeez, anything for a babysitter, eh?
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