It’s pouring in NYC. I haven’t seen rain like this in years. And of course the city is falling apart. Streets are underwater. The LIRR, Metro North, some of the subways (D, F, E to name a few), and all the major airports are barely functioning. The BQE is flooded. The Long Island Express is flooded. The FDR is flooded. The Cross Island Parkway is flooded. I should probably try and mention what roads aren’t flooded because the list seems to get longer by the minute.
We saw rain, world. Rain. And things are failing miserably. I can’t even begin to imagine what would happen to this city should we ever see a hurricane. We’d lose countless people, I’m sure. And public transportation would be destroyed. It’d be complete and total chaos. And I wish I were joking.
I’ve had a tough time with New York City as of late. Yesterday, I tried to get a new social security card at a branch close to my house. The Web site didn’t mention anything about NOT being able to get a new card at that specific branch so I went. I stood in line for almost an hour only to be told I had to go to the ghetto (yes, it’s in the ghetto) to get a new card. There’s no subway near that particular office and finding parking on (or near) Flatbush Avenue is like trying to find an honest politician in America’s current political arena. Looks like I won’t have a new social security card anytime soon.
Today is one of those days where I’m honestly questioning why anyone would want to live here, including myself. I’m frustrated and pregnant, it’s true, but the amount of work that goes into living here far outweighs the amount the city gives back. Granted, I guess I could get out more, see more exhibits, visit more art shows, see more films, but I don’t. I don’t because it takes so much work to get the basics taken care of (registering a car, getting a license, buying a week’s worth of groceries, finding Pedialyte Popsicles, living) I’m exhausted by the time it’s over.
Our cable, which we spend a bloody fortune on, doesn’t work. We’ve called. They’ve promised. It still doesn’t work. And our Internet access drops constantly. I have no idea what we’re paying for.
My mother donated a car to us recently. It’s in near perfect condition. It’s been with us for three weeks and its bumpers have already been torn to pieces because people can’t seem to parallel park or they just don’t give a damn about what other people own.
The other night at 4 AM a Daily News delivery truck driver decided that he could not wait a couple of minutes for someone to pay off a cab driver and instead laid on the horn for minutes on end. The noise was so loud and intrusive and right outside our window. (In fact, the guy paying off the cab lives on the second floor of our apartment building.) The driver may have been up at that hour and working, but the rest of us were trying to sleep. I actually laughed about the interaction. I had to laugh, crying at 4 AM was far too depressing an option. (Why am I not surprised it was a Daily News driver and not the New York Times?)
A few weeks ago, an online commenter on a very large New York Based Web site suggested that couples that stay in the city after they have children are selfish. The commenter suggested that no child should have to be raised in a city like this one – without a backyard, healthy air quality, or a safe place to run around. As expected the person was blasted for what they said but he (or she) never once backed down. The commenter insisted it was selfish and that anyone who was indeed a parent and disagreed with what he wrote was in denial and merely trying to justify their actions. I stayed out of it, chose to lurk instead. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what the commenter wrote.
Is there something selfish about raising a child in a place like New York City? Because on days like today I feel a little conflicted.
BREAKING NEWS: Reiterating my point about the infrastructure and this city...