Humans of NY http://wordpress.org/?v=4.1.1 http://humansofnewyork.tumblr.com/ “We were in the same friend group at university.  He was so shy...

“We were in the same friend group at university.  He was so shy that I thought he was gay.  When he drove me home after our first date, I invited him up to my apartment for a drink.  He told me he wasn’t thirsty.”  
(Barcelona, Spain)

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Fri, 17 May 2019 19:57:01 +0000 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184948616356 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184948616356
“I’m ninety-six years old.  I’d rather just take a pill and get...

“I’m ninety-six years old.  I’d rather just take a pill and get it over with.  Whenever I tell that to my wife, she pretends to slap me in the face.  But I’m ready to go.  And I’d like it to be sudden.  I’ve had a good run.  I was lucky enough to share my life with someone.  She’s ninety now.  We’ve had a lot of time together.  We have seven grandchildren.  Eight great-grandchildren.  But there are just so many things I can’t do anymore.  I have the money.  I have the time.  Just not the ability.  Whenever I walk, everything hurts. I enjoy sitting here in the park.  I think about all the friends that I’ve lost.  People come talk to me.  Time passes by.  But I’m ready.  I’m not scared of it.  I’d like my soul to go to wherever the souls go.”
(Barcelona, Spain)

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Fri, 17 May 2019 02:13:38 +0000 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184932171006 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184932171006
My dad was in jail.  My mom was hooked on sleeping pills and...

My dad was in jail.  My mom was hooked on sleeping pills and shit.  We could be under the same roof for a month and not see each other.  I remember one time I was like nine.  Mom was awake, well, not exactly awake.  But her eyes were open.  And she sent me out in the middle of the night to get a movie.  And I got super scared because I was alone in this super shitty town, and I ran back home because I was so afraid.  But Mom had fallen back asleep and didn’t wake up for five days.  She never cared if I went to school.  I hardly got any education.  I started drinking when I was twelve and never stopped.  Then I moved on to drugs.  It got bad.  Then it got really bad.  But I’ve been sober now for about a year.  I’m working at a call center.  My mind is clear and I know what I’m doing every day.  And I’ve met a girl who’s really patient and wants the best for me. She’s nice.  Like really, really nice.  But instead of being grateful I’m like: ‘you’re too close now.’  Because all my shit is bubbling up again and I’m afraid of feeling stuff.  But this time I want it to stop.  I’m trying to accept her love, whatever that means, because honestly I don’t know what that means.  But that’s what we’re working on.  I know that I’m frustrating to be with.  I’m not very open.  I don’t give away my feelings and I don’t take any back.  And I can’t say she’s OK with that, but she’s OK with it for now.  I really hope she doesn’t get tired.  She hasn’t yet.  I don’t know, maybe she sees that I’m worth the wait or something.”
(Barcelona, Spain)

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Thu, 16 May 2019 06:46:50 +0000 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184913335701 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184913335701
My husband and I are artists, so we can’t afford the luxury of...

My husband and I are artists, so we can’t afford the luxury of babysitters and caretakers.  And nobody’s inviting him to sleepovers.  I don’t complain about it.  But you know, a break would be nice.  I could always ask a friend for help, I guess.  But sometimes you don’t even have the strength to verbalize what you need.  One night I was alone in the hospital during one of his surgeries.  I was extremely stressed.  My husband had gone home to watch our other kids.  There was a gypsy family in the waiting room.  Nineteen of them.  And even more in the cafeteria.  All of them were waiting to see what happened to a sick child.  They were taking up space.  They were talking loudly.  Occasionally one of them would make a joke and everyone would laugh.  The hospital staff seemed very annoyed.  But I remember feeling so envious.  I’d give anything to have a tribe.”
(Barcelona, Spain)

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Tue, 14 May 2019 23:18:52 +0000 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184881754601 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184881754601
“I didn’t know anyone when I moved here.  I came from Mexico.  I...

“I didn’t know anyone when I moved here.  I came from Mexico.  I was very innocent.  I’d just gotten my first job as a waitress   So I put up an ad on the internet: ‘Looking for serious, clean people to share a cool environment.’  One of my first replies came from an engineering student.  We arranged a meeting, and he showed up like he was interviewing for a job.  Very well dressed.  Very clean.  Very polite.  ‘I’m extremely focused on getting my doctorate right now,’ he said.  ‘You probably won’t even notice me.’  So I selected him.  The first week was fine.  The second week he brought a girl over.  The third week he brought two girls over, and they were in the shower all night.  I was beginning to get annoyed, but I hoped things would get better.  Then the next week I worked a late shift, and arrived home one night to loud music playing.  I thought maybe he had a few friends over.  I went straight to my bedroom and changed into my pajamas.  I wanted a quick snack before bed, so I went to the kitchen, and that’s when I noticed dust all over the counter.  It was arranged into lines.  So naturally I cleaned it up.  That’s when I heard people yelling at me.  I turned around and saw twenty people in the living room.  Nobody was wearing clothes.  It was a big mess of white, pink, black, and brown.  Lots of skin.  Lots of hair.  There was kissing and touching.  Lots of groaning.  I’d never seen anyone naked before.  I went to an all girls Catholic school.  My roommate walked up to me, tried to take my hand, and said: ‘Join us.’  Instead I rushed out the door, down the stairs, and ran through the streets in my pajamas.”
(Barcelona, Spain)

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Mon, 13 May 2019 00:48:26 +0000 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184837645836 https://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/184837645836
Today in microfashion…(Barcelona, Spain)

Today in microfashion…
(Barcelona, Spain)

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