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I live in Seattle, see? For the past couple of years, rain has been a reality, not just a myth. For the most part, I don't notice it. I work at home a lot of the time and don't have to deal with messy commutes and frizzy hair. But it can wear on a person. I have some friends who relocated here and have had a hard time with it. They are built for serious summer heat and can't wrap their minds around the fact that summer doesn't kick into gear until well after the Fourth of July.
They also can't stand the passive-aggressiveness. I get that. But I choose to ignore it. I come from the Midwest and see friendly wherever I go. I moved to Seattle seven years ago and have built an enormous social circle here. So like the rain, I just pay the wussy and the lame no heed.
Well, most of the time. I was soaking in a tub at a naked Korean bathhouse with a friend when a woman paddled over to us and asked, "Do you know how to whisper?"
I was quickly filled with rage. "Are you ASKING us to whisper?" Seriously, just ask us to pipe down.
So I don't ask much of my city, because it already gives so much to me in sheer beauty and pine-scented air. But, for the love of God, people, please just give it to me straight. I can handle it.
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I didn't realize how grey Michigan was until we moved to New York -- there's so much sunshine here all year and now I notice the gloom when we visit our home state.
New Yorkers are, of course, famously direct. Some call it rude, but I think that's probably the perception of people who come from places more likely to be passive aggressive. We were back in Ann Arbor a few years back during winter. A group coming into a restaurant was standing there holding the door open forever, letting an icy wind blow in. Several people glared at them, but we were the only ones to actually say, "Hey, close the door, it's cold."
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