It’s hard to feel stable in a city where everything and everyone has just arrived here, or is just about to leave or is otherwise on their way somewhere for work, travel or … just because they are lost and confused in life and to them – the life of a gypsy is one, at least temporary solution to their state of mind, and one way to postpone dealing with problem at home or inside of them till later.
Just about everyone you meet is a transplant. Different stores open up and shut down a year later. Apartments are converted to condos, leases expire, the roads are torn apart, hundreds sleep on the street, and a major earthquake is never out of the question, above all.
FiDi women are experts in covering their faces with layers upon layers of make-up. Hiding physical blemishes and imperfections with cake is one thing, but how does one cover up the attitude problems? Fake smiles and pleasantries don’t cut it, because they are all too transparent to anyone with the most basic intuition. And alcohol induced genuineness hardly counts…
Where does hating stop and caring start? Are they the same in a way? Is hating really so bad, or is it just a term of art for a vision of, and a strong desire for, seeing that there is a better way to do things and be? Can you honestly say that you are alive if you don’t hate? Hating and judging should give birth to progress and improvement. This Sunday evening, I want to raise a glass of dry red wine – to hate!
Everyone is fake. A smile no longer means anything beyond being a basic pleasantry, like “thank you” “nice to meet you” or may favorite – “lets do something sometime.” Just because she smiles, doesn’t mean she doesn’t think “when am I getting out of here,” or “what an asshole,” or both. He might be your typical SF douche or yet another tech beta.
Between your mind-numbing, lopsided job, dictated not by what you want and what you like, but by what market demands today, and drinks over small talk about nothing, you don’t have too many stimulating or funny thoughts or ideas to share with her beyond the most rudimentary gossip. Mainstream non-fiction and stupid comedies don’t make you more interesting. Talking about your traveling and skiing adventures isn’t all that impressive anymore. Everyone travels these days.
It’s time to raise your game before your brain perishes irreversibly. It’s up to you to figure out how.
I haven’t been to India or Bangladesh, but I have been to a few other countries that are considered far behind the US in just about everything, and yet I didn’t see anything as remotely disturbing as the ever growing homelessness issue downtown SF. The only thing that’s more appalling is our response, or more correctly – our total lack of any kind of reaction to this terrible problem.
No matter how many start-ups make it, how high our GDP is, how low our unemployment rate is, and how many fancy bars and overrated, overpriced restaurants are going to open downtown and in Noe Valley, it does nothing to solve or even mildly improve this embarrassing problem. But people just walk by. It’s not a big deal to us. In fact, it hasn’t been a big deal in quite a while. Some consider homelessness to be part of the city’s charm. Shame on them if that’s what they consider charming.
It was really cold last night (around 48F). I went downstairs into the Montgomery Bart station. A homeless guy was laying down and trying to sleep, blocking the entire escalator stairways downstairs. No one asked him to move. People just stepped over him carefully, as if he was some kind of pile of garbage. I am afraid to conclude what it says about us, but it’s nothing good.
Utter hibernation, depression, masturbation, and unseen levels of flaking with mild relief through chronic alcohol over-consumption.
To say scary and disturbing would be a gross understatement, but I am truly at a loss of words….
Many guys in SF might wonder how easy women have around here, given the male/female ration and given the sausage fest, brought about by the tech industry. However, this is not necessary good news. Allow me to elaborate. When men are many and women are few, men become more hungry and desperate on one hand, and less aggressive when they should make a move because of sheer lack of practice and because of fear of screwing up the very few chances they have with women.
As a guy, when you find yourself in a community with a more balanced male/female ratio, you know that if you make an inappropriate joke or handle some girl you met in a way that scares her off, it’s not a big deal, because there are enough other women around the corner and plenty of opportunities for you to start over with a new girl and try your luck again. When you know your choices are limited, you are going to walk on eggshells when talking to any woman because you know that if you screw up with her, it’s going to take longer to meet another girl. You are going to be more politically correct, more reserved, more passive and consequently – more boring, assuming that you aren’t boring in the first place. In other words, this will make all the tech nerds even bigger betas than they already are today.
The San Francisco sausage fest phenomenon is exacerbated by the fact that so many of the single guys are so accomplished professional and academically. While in other places, a guy who graduated from Cornell and who makes $150k would be a very attractive object of a woman’s attention because of the large % of the blue color guys and other less accomplished men around, in SF – ivy league diploma, six figure salary, stock options, and a golf club membership don’t really do anything to impress local women because so many other guys have that.
Until we build more hospitals, more schools and more social services offices that would attract humans of a female kind who also behave like women, to restore the male/female balance, guys are sort of screwed. On the brighter side – things could have been worse. SF could be as big of a sausage fest as San Jose. Let’s hope it doesn’t happen, at least not in the nearest future.
As I was walking into the Bay Club earlier today to use a guest pass I got from a friend, I saw a bunch of miserable looking, semi-nerdi / semi-douchy guys pumping iron in an overcrowded room. It looked like a scene from a movie about prison, except with not-so-in-shape white guys working out. A bunch of equally miserable, average (at best) looking women with a notorious FiDi cuntface were paying their dues on a treadmill in the adjacent area. Some of them were testing while others were glued to their Kindle.
I became disgusted with the whole scene, turned around, walked out and started running faster than usual down the Embarcadero. I felt like I had to run away form that place as soon as possibly and as quickly as possible. It was such a warm and nice early evening.
What was I thinking, going to that sweat chamber? I am better than that. Working out at a place that looks like an assembly line at a sweat shop is beneath me. I have too much ego to be part of that, and I can’t make myself step down. I will probably to a gym when it’s raining and there are no other good options for working out, but as long as the weather permits, I will take anything – tennis, running in the park, climbing up the stairs all over town, etc… over the most expensive gym any day.
What’s next for this guy – Tinder and OkCupid? I supposed blue color workers are not immune from falling victims from the pervasive effects of the local herd mentality.