Is living in New York City really changing me that much? I feel myself becoming more cynical -- and not in the funny, sarcastic type of way -- but the "look at these fucking people. Fucking assholes" Louis CK type of way.
This frightens me.
But I don't think I'm all that bad. I cried when I went to see In The Heights. I still cry when I watch Stepmom. And I think baby animals are cute -- even the conventionally deemed "ugly ones." There's still some kindheartedness left in me. Some.
Example: Candace just sent me this gchat message:
Candace: this old lady almost fell in my office!
My first reaction? Laughter. Second? Concern. Third? Realization that my concern was somewhat forced. Fourth? Convincing myself that it wasn't. Fifth? Apathy. I could have avoided four whole other reactions/emotions and just stuck with the fifth.
This has less to do with altruism and whether or not I think it exists and more to do with my maturity...which, at this point to me, seems somewhat regressive.
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