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Give Me the Midwest

I readily admit I am a country bumpkin But I am no buffoon I am in this to build others up To help others win To raise up my neighbors and my friends We hear about the coastal towns Both east and west coast have terrific reputations Their people are more sophisticated, more stylish, chic. It is fashionable at both coasts to be less hands-on. To be less community oriented. In the big citiies of the coasts, people on the streets do not speak. They do not smile. They do not say “hi”. They walk past each other, like trotting lamp posts. Not noticing faces or inflections. Not noticing humanness in each other. I am in New York City today, trying to figure it out. Where is a guidebook to help me unlearn social niceties? How can I immediately become less human? Less caring? How do I not say “hi” to everyone I pass? Is there a manual? A cheat sheet? A U-tube video? Too late. I am already here, feeling miserable. Wishing I was back in the Midwest where it is okay to care about strangers.

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Date: 1/8/2023 12:09:00 PM
hey caren! are you really in new york city today? i'm sorry you're feeling miserable here, but i think it's all about what we're used to. i like the anonymity that comes with living in a big city and i don't want everybody knowing my business, but people do become friendly after a while - it just doesn't happen automatically.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/8/2023 8:08:00 PM
I have only been in NYC twice - once in 1978 during the garbage strike when rats were running in the streets and I was throwing up because I was pregnant. Another time when someone with a megaphone was yelling "KILL WHITEY" as I walked by. I truly do not have any desire to come back. I could not NOT speak to everyone I met. People were crossing the street to get away from my perpetual "hellos".

Book: Shattered Sighs