For anyone who lives here, New York City can feel like the greatest, most exciting place in the world. When it’s great, there’s truly nothing like it. But when it’s bad, it can be miserable. Sometimes in the midst of struggling just to get by, we can forget what it was, that magic, that made us fall in love with this city in the first place. Here is a short list of things that have worked for me, suggestions to help you remind yourself what made you choose NYC.
Go to Central Park. Stand in the middle of the park so that when you look up you can’t see buildings at all, just trees. Kill yourself.
Live in a museum for six months. Have furniture delivered there.
Call in sick to work (just this once). Take out enough money from an ATM to get your jaw wired shut and bring a magazine to the Upper East Side. Stand on the corner of 88th and 2nd and think about everyone who died just so you could have a computer. You will be surprised.
Be Jewish if you can. You will be surprised.
Wander around Chinatown with nowhere specific in mind. Try new things! Look for someone who catches your attention. When you find the right person (and you’ll know them when you see them) hold a knife to their throat and consider income inequality. Try to get them to consider it too. Hopefully you were born into money. Demand breast milk and watch as New Yorkers come together to get some for you. You will be surprised.
And lastly, forget shapes. I mean actively work to unlearn what shapes are. It’s impossible. Ride the R train and just fucking love it. You will be…