Phobias and the New York City State of Mind


Phobias are kind of fun. Well, except for if you are one of the 10% of the adult population that is estimated to suffer from phobias to the point that day to day life is impacted.  Phobias as such are quite scary.  I have a fear of flying but I still engage in constant business travel. I see flying as a necessary evil and cannot wait until teleportation comes to fruition.  Anyway, learning about some of the weirder phobias makes for an interesting morning read. I cannot but help to ponder what life in New York would be like for those suffering from some of these more odd and rare phobias.  More specifically, it appears that there are phobias that can be either mitigated or enhanced by living and breathing the New York City air.

Melanophobia: Fear of the color black.  Have you heard that grey is the…

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Breakups: The Aftermath.

I don’t believe in love at first site or that you’re first love has to be your last love and most certainly that time defines the nature of a relationship.  However, I do believe in true love and that true love will always find a way. Its strange to think that the one, you know the one everyone keeps saying you’ll find one day, is walking on this earth at this moment, probably eating a sandwich. This person might be someone you’ve seen everyday at your favorite coffee shop but never noticed or noticed but never thought anything more of it. Until one day when  you looked a little harder and suddenly it becomes clear on why you still believe in love and believe that love will not forget about you.

I’m not sure how many times I’ve been in love but the saying, “you just know” has a lot of truth to it for me.I’m not exactly sure what love is or what it means to be in love but what I do know, is that there is someone I would do anything for.  I would take them back in a heartbeat even if they were to come back with no explanation at all. But I know they won’t. However, that doesn’t mean I’m not stringing my feelings along the word hope, hoping that one day the guy I love… will love me the way I love him.

But more recently, I just got out a relationship and this time it wasn’t love but it wasn’t just fun either. We were pretty new and  I assumed we would last longer.  Now, I’m second guessing myself;  wondering how things could go so wrong so quick.  In this relationship, I can’t accept the fact that things just didn’t work out.

    I am a girl but more importantly, I am human.  I am a hopeless romantic, which often leads to me to a major heartbreak and me crying about it everyday to my friends.  I realized that its not difficult to get what you want, but the difficult part comes from keeping; constantly making them interested in you.  I believe anything could happen in one day and I’m sure I fell in love in one day as well.   I live in the moment of now.  Why do we build our relationships off of well thought out responses? What’s wrong with being completely blunt and unfiltered about our feelings for one another?  Maybe that’s where I am wrong.

I’ve noticed a pattern in my relationships, it’s always the guy I barely ever noticed that I fall madly and deeply in love with.It was always temporary — for them.  I never had a prince charming come to my rescue, more like be waving my hands up in the air and shouting ‘notice me!’.

The thing was that I saw them at least twenty times a day, everyday. I had so many chances to get to know them and when it finally crossed my mind that this guy could be someone so much more than just someone I just know of, it was over before it began. I always fall a little too deep, fall a little too fast and end up being the weak one in the relationship, the one who cares the most.

And now I’m here; going over every moment, wondering how I could have misunderstood the warning signs and what my next move should be.  I am stuck in the middle of nowhere, holding onto my feelings as if  they are as worthless as a crumpled piece of paper, as if they never mattered.  It’s weird how now I can’t stop thinking about him and a year ago I didn’t even care to notice that his eyes are blue or that he has a birthmark on his head. At that moment I just knew, but I was too late. Once again the timing was all wrong.

Why is the relationships you want to work out the most– never do and at the end of them, you always end up learning some valuable lesson that would’ve made the relationship last a little bit longer and maybe I would’ve been just a little bit more happier. Even after all these heartbreaks and heartaches, I might have turned out cynical about relationships but that doesn’t mean I gave up on love and I hope love hasn’t given up on me.

If I Had a Dollar (Why I Am a Feminist)

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Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man.

Because my mother’s mother was a beauty and her mother was, too, and that’s what people said: “She was a beautiful woman,” as if that was the only remarkable thing.

Because I was born in 1966, the year Betty Friedan and others started the National Organization of Women and challenged an industry which required flight attendants to quit if they got married, pregnant, or reached the age of 32.

Because when my mother had me, she stopped painting and started cleaning house and throwing dinner parties and smoking too many cigarettes and crying in the mirror.

Because my mother never told me that I looked pretty because she did not want me to grow…

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