You know you’re a New Yorker when:
- Your career takes priority over…everything.
- You think New York is the center of…everything.
- You realize it’s totally uncool to say you live in “Manhattan” or the “Big Apple.”
- You hate Times Square.
- You get bumped and immediately check your pockets to see if you’ve been mugged.
- Central Park becomes your excuse when people say, “But Manhattan doesn’t have nature.”
- You accept that movies cost as much as (or more than) a meal.
- You carry exact change in your pocket to buy a quick snack or coffee from food carts.
- Pizza and falafel for lunch becomes standard.
- You write your thoughts and ideas down in a Moleskin. Like everyone else below 14th Street with a camera around their necks.
- The smell of trash and Chinese food unites into an unimaginable combination of sorts and then pops up randomly while walking. Anywhere. Anytime.
- You begin understanding the intercom elves on the subway.
- $20 taxi rides that deliver you late to your destination never fail to piss you off.
- You begin developing a mental list of why subways piss you off that includes, but isn’t limited to:
- The annoying kids who flood the subways while on school breaks or field trips.
- People who sit in between two seats.
- People who appoint the seat next to them the royal sitting spot of their beloved shopping bag or purse or both.
- People who block the turnstiles.
- People who stand in the middle of the doorway so you can’t get on.
- People who hold the doors for friends. Fact: Yelling “BETTY GET YOUR ASS DOWN THOSE STEPS!!!” at the top of your little lungs will not, in fact, get Betty’s ass down those steps before those doors promptly shut.
And last but certainly not least, you really know you’re a New Yorker when you make a list about how you know you’re a New Yorker and it looks just like the ones made by thousands of other New Yorkers. 🙂