yesterday i had the privilege to be a guest to the UC Berkeley ROTC Tri-Service Military Ball. I accompanied my friend who is in the Air Force branch, and we left San Francisco cab and bart-bound for Berkeley. It was quite a destination as well as adventure, commuting in a long black gown (me) and formal uniform (him). Lovely night, not at all boring, very intriguing. Met a number of people who were really friendly and, to my surprise, everything was not as formal as I thought it would be.
The the aim of this entry is focusing on nice people.
Ironically, the nice person of this blog was a homeless man. My date, Mickey, and i were back at in San Francisco around 11:30, waiting for a cab along Market Street. None. The man came up to us, slowly, and I was quite nervous, but he stared politely at us and asked if we were waiting for a cab. When we said yes, he pointed in the direction behind us and explained that there’s always cabs running down that street (“We’d get one in like seven seconds”). He was very nice, and not like mean or rubbing into us for change. He just wanted to be nice. I like to think that the world is not intentionally bad or that we should be scared all the time. Well, in the City yeah, you should have your guard up, but things that catch you off guard, like this man, was very relieving. I mean, the way I was dressed I was defensive and expected that anyone (or guy) who approached us would be harassing. But no, guys that did talk to us were nice and asked where we had just come from. a group of skaters waiting for a cab even said that we could get the next cab that was coming.
people shouldn’t be too scared of other people.
epic day out in San Francisco with my best friends. i miss them. i miss the people from home. they’re real. they’re gonna last forever, i feel. so putting them into the City that i most love couldn’t be better. i couldn’t just stay in my room forever. i’m an explorer at heart, quite restless. my sister jokes about how i will call her from some random place across San Francisco and she’d be thinking “how the hell did you discover/ get there Paris?” haha, i love it. now i plan to write, or sketch my own arty renditions of photos i took in North Beach today.
omg, the beach in the fog was breathtaking. on a sunny day, tons of people flock to the beach. on a cold, foggy day, out come the ones who like to be by themselves, few families; people you really know love the beach no matter what. i’ve never felt so lifted and happy than walking down a sandy misty wasteland shrouded in perpetual fog. like time is very still.
i am always inspired, i guess.
if it weren’t for suburbanization— all these same-looking bland houses spread-out in a boring wasteland-like environment, with the emphasis on the family, a car, and the housewife—we wouldn’t have people move from the cities and move out all those jobs to the suburbs leaving so many in the city disenfranchised. if it weren’t for suburbanization, people wouldn’t have moved to the suburbs in the first place so that their grand kids would want to move BACK in the cities as hipsters and yuppies. if it weren’t for suburbanization, we wouldn’t have had to do gentrification for so many neighborhoods that grew poor as a result of suburbanization, and we wouldn’t have to feel bad about gentrification because it displaces the poor. DAMN suburbs.