Sunday's, Lazy Sunday's

To all the angry New Yorkers who must return to work tomorrow,


I feel your pain. Not only do you have to go back to work, but really, work is annoying because it will preclude your ability to pursue any of the other activities that you can exercise within the metro area on any given weekend. Just today, I ran in central park, met some girlfriends for brunch, enjoyed the sauna at an athletic club, went dog bag shopping, visited every major label on 5th avenue and had coffee with an old friend. Only in NY, right? However, the best thing I love about living in the city is that everyone walks everywhere, giving me ample time to stop cute boys on the street to set my girlfriends up with ;) This act makes me feel like I have control in an un-controlable world; it also gives me an adrenaline rush that is like no other, never knowing how each man will react to my matchmaking efforts. After a long day, this can be a fun, spontaneous way of bringing back the feeling of "control" when you've had a bad day at work, a fight with a friend, etc. NY is a busy city, and it can surely occupy your mind most of the time, but every now and then you need an unplanned adventure, when you do something for someone else and it brings back a sense of reason to your day. Your pass up for that promotion was someone else's next friday night date, and for that, karma should repay you back at some point, right? NY is great because whenever I'm feeling down, I just walk out my front door and enter the city streets and my mind starts to focus on the people and places around me, and thus I remember that like the car coming up Park Avenue that will speed past me at any second, my current dilemma, will too, eventually pass. NY has that ability to keep moving in ways that are refreshing to people like me and too fast paced for others. I can hide my emotions in the hustle and bustle of the city sidewalks and thus eventually, the city almost helps my fears and anxieties sleep, as eventually Park Avenue does at a certain time on a week night. Silence, calmness, a serenity that is simultanously relaxing and creepy. When you grow up with honking horns out side of your window 24/7, the silence can actually be a distraction in itself. The character of the city has all my secrets, then, since I use NY as my cathartic release, relinquishing all thoughts when I stroll down lex, in turn, taking in the array of apples and tomatoes being sold at any deli in the hood. And so, with the people, the spontanous ability to react to and engage with others in NY and ultimately, the resounding, fast-paced, circular spin of this town enables me to come back home, refreshed, re-worked and ready to tackle another Monday. -The Know It All New Yorker-