Growing up I was always one of the more popular people in the neighborhood. People grew attached to me from day one and once i made a friend they were a friend for life. I partied alot and traveled when ever possible. Everything was great. I was very out going , easy to talk to and life was easy for me.
These days i'm more of a homebody and the thing that bothers me now is that i'm content with that. I don't like being in big crowds anymore. I don't like clubs with all their loud music and people bumping into each other. But i'm trying to figure out what happened? How did I change so much? Sure going to the Army had a big impact on the way i deal with the everyday hustle and bustle (is that a word?) but i'm not the me i used to be. I wonder sometimes if its a good change. Sure i don't go out as much so i don't get caught up in the drama that goes on outside but am i really happy?
At work i'm great, best of the best, I take my job very seriously and i'm usually going above and beyond. But my social life is dead now. How did i get here i wonder sometimes. Am I gonna be that lonely old boss who's entire life is his job?
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Hey, thanks for your comment. It's great to hear your feedback. I do know a lot of the neighbors on the street, because I talk to everyone, and they see that I work in the comm with the kids. No one that knows me has ever said anything to me (other than ignorant people passing by at times) that is upsetting. It's that I have been reading these blogs with threads of people who have grown up in Harlem and really resent people like me. I mean, there is serious anger at white people moving into Harlem on some of these blogs. Or at least, to the people who are coming here to buy. I don't know. I really like living here though.
I liked chapter one of your story. I am also a writer and am writing a novel about inner city teenagers. I hope to read more in the future.
Hey, thanks for your comment. It's great to hear your feedback. I do know a lot of the neighbors on the street, because I talk to everyone, and they see that I work in the comm with the kids. No one that knows me has ever said anything to me (other than ignorant people passing by at times) that is upsetting. It's that I have been reading these blogs with threads of people who have grown up in Harlem and really resent people like me. I mean, there is serious anger at white people moving into Harlem on some of these blogs. Or at least, to the people who are coming here to buy. I don't know. I really like living here though.
I liked chapter one of your story. I am also a writer and am writing a novel about inner city teenagers. I hope to read more in the future.
(sorry I posted twice!)
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