tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357864507586156598.post1761095921305830490..comments2023-10-30T08:37:39.563-04:00Comments on "My Tears Spoiled My Aim" . . . A Southerner in NYC: Back in the saddle again . . .BrianChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17474333393989390643noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357864507586156598.post-88888222667090943232007-08-13T18:32:00.000-04:002007-08-13T18:32:00.000-04:00Knowing you only as well as reading your daily wri...Knowing you only as well as reading your daily writings affords me to, I'm not really surprised to learn this about you. My thoughts are a lot to go into here but I feel saddened that you returned and found yourself in this mood.<BR/><BR/>I'm guessing that those of us who don't live and function in the same fast-paced environment that you do can't totally relate. But by your admission you're kind of inadvertently illustrating my belief that a lot of people, including myself, aren't cut out for this kind of living/working. I think people need a certain amount of green grass and fresh (night and day)air and quiet. I know you have the park, etc. but I think it's different. You know because you didn't grow up in Manhattan. <BR/>I'm going on more than I wanted to here...<BR/>It's not that I'm anti-city life; just not a big fan of concrete and anonymous faces coming at me all the time.<BR/>I think the pace that you've become accustomed to maybe doesn't allow you to relax as much as you need. That, and the "dog eat-dog" thing that seems to drive that pace. Just my thoughts...<BR/>Welcome home by the way. My DSL was out all weekend, so I had to miss you a few extra days.One Wink at a Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00376243777796535015noreply@blogger.com