Most really mean people are actually really nice, and so are those who reside in Boston. For a city that definitely sleeps, people don’t seem to get enough of it. Smiles are like ghosts in the darkness, they barely exist. When they do creep out of the dark abyss, they are grimaced and teeth baring and no one, save perhaps for loved ones, is safe.
Discovering the validity of the statements above is surprisingly easy. Just visit good ol’ Beantown. Unhappiness abounds everywhere. Whether walking the historical freedom trail, ice skating at the Boston Common on a crisp, winter evening or catching a game at Fenway, you will find it. Tourists continually crowd one another while residents continue down the citified spiral of despair. The cycle is terrifying…
Case in point, the metro or the T as any Bostonian will yell at you. Something as simple as buying groceries can become an unenviable task that you wouldn’t dare risk your precious parking space on so, the T it is. First you must wait in the cold for it to arrive, duh, then fight your way through a crowd of unhappy fellow travelers and pray you grasp a pole or seat back to steady yourself. Next, go to a
ny grocery story in the city, like Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s, and try, just try not cursing at someone while you shop. It is harder than you might think. You will be cut of repeatedly, your personal bubble will burst with the perfunctory popping of a Remarque machine gun and, to add further grievance, you will likely leave before your grocery list is complete due to sheer frustration. Oh, and you get to ride back on the metro, toting your pop pop popping eggs and crushed french baguette. Heaven, meet hell.
Examples abound as thousands upon thousands of out-of-towners, of non-city folk like myself, move to the city. You arrive all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, full of seemingly endless hope but soon discover that you forgot to pack something you didn’t know you owned, your shell, which is ever-hardening. But fret not, it will be found soon enough. Every time you get honked at by a clearly in the wrong driver or have smiles returned by furrowed brows or get yelled at to pick up poop that your dog hasn’t even shat out yet, it grows. Fret not since the more it grows, the more a city person you become so winner winner!?! In a city recently voted as the meanest in the America, hard exteriors are as vital as the clothes you put on, wear them or risk extreme snobmockery.
Now imagine how far one smile would go. In a college-laden city teeming non-Bostonians, most of us are not yet used to such an angry lifestyle. We are nice, innately happy people which our friends can readily attest to. We don’t curse out, glare at or cut off our friends. We show our human side, our gooey non-shelled selves that were raised happily and want nothing more than to just experience a new place. Before Boston naturally hardens us, we can act like good Samaritans and we readily show kindness and gratitude to others.
As the heart of winter approaches, and moods are destined to reach all-time lows, it is more important than ever to showcase your expensively perfect set of pearly whites and spread some joy in a city that needs it. Or, as most Bostonians do, just drink it off…