This post is going to be a sensitive one. My apologies if I offend anyone.

This weekend was rough for both Jane and I. My interview Friday (which I will write about later) was horrible not because I was unprepared but because my interviewer was a load of ——. Afterwards, my sister and I went to a friend’s bday dinner where we ended up paying a lot of money for a check that wasn’t even ours, all because nobody was willing to step up and take responsibility. To make matters worse, the only people that apologized for placing us in this situation were those that had nothing to apologized for.

Whew, had to let that out. Okay, deep breath..

This weekend made us question our love for Chicago and for me personally, it made me doubt if leaving North Carolina two weeks ago was the right decision or not.

This is what is rough about city living. The existence of perpetual youth. Having to be vulnerable and guarded at the same time. The war between individualism and community. The constant cycle of making money then spending money. These random visits from Mr. Hopelessness and the presence of blatant judgement and prejudice rather than innocent ignorance. Oh, and let’s not forget the enormous amount of fake confidence and hidden insecurity..

Maybe I’m being a bit harsh. Maybe I’m acting like an ungrateful complainer. Or maybe, I’m just feeling discouraged because it really seems like these days the number of quality of people, or the desire in people to want quality in their lives, is slowly becoming non existent.

Whatever happened to long term investments? Commitment? COMpassion? Being able to simultaneously respect others while you respect yourself (crazy idea, right?).

Come on guys, let’s wake up our hearts a little..please?