I have a love-hate relationship with this place. I think I love it, but I hate myself when I'm here. It brings out all my insecurities, all those "not good enough" feelings.
I would have loved it here if I were a different person.
Waiting for a meeting partner who's late, having coffee at the bar. People watching while Ned is talking on the phone, feeling small and unimportant.
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Why does it bring out those feelings in you?
Everyone there are rich, successful and beautiful, most of them talk franch or italian. I always feel like I barged in on a movie set and I'm the only real person in the room, it makes me feel really flawed - the only person there, not wearing nigh heels shoes, the only woman with bad skin, and glasses. It's probably not trune, but that's how it feels.
Yeah, I get it. I get that feeling sometimes just walking in the upper east side!
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