Came home from LA and realized that place is a hole.
I don't mean to demean anyone living there because I have great people that I care very much about down there. But I finally realized what people mean when they use the term "That city will eat you alive". Nonsensical platitudes are the bane of my existence, but this one in particular really "grinds my gears".
But I understand it.
When you live somewhere you go into it with a specific mindset and points of reference. For instance if you come from the great plains where farms are in abundance and you move to LA you will think to yourself "wow this is weird there are no farms." when in reality it would be retarded for there to be farms in LA because the main driving force of the economy is not farming it is movie making.
After you live somewhere for a long enough time your frame of mind and points of reference for normalcy adapt to your surroundings (unless you are a hopeless homebody who can't survive anywhere but the confines of their hometown). This causes you to realize that the whole farms being in the middle of LA idea to be ridiculous and to accept that it is a movie town.
However this also has its side effects.
Since LA is a town of extraordinary personalities and circumstances peoples sense of normality is skewed. Now I am all for skewed perspectives, but even I have a definitive line of what normalcy is and what isn't. I know that buying a Lamborghini when I'm 24 on credit is probably a bad idea. I know that waiting tables in hopes of finally becoming "discovered" is not the greatest way of getting ahead in the acting world. And I'm pretty aware that fellating a boss to get a role in a major movie is going to hurt my mind and body. But people in LA do these things every day!!!
This sort of skewed sense of normalcy can eat someone alive, in other words it can ruin someones life leaving them alone poor or mentally unstable.
I'm so glad to be back in The City. I love you Golden Gate Park, I love you Pandhandle, I love you University, I love you cool breeze blowing through my bright sunny apartment, I love you fog horn that serenades me to sleep at night, I love you fog that glides silently and swiftly through the streets like a hot girl that you love catching a glimpse of, and I love you city scapes that encapsulate the essence and diversity of what it is to be the greatest city in the world.
