Yesterday, I just had a conversation with a friend from California about truth telling. She mentioned how frustrating it is to talk to Berkeley hippies because they will talk in circles in order to never say anything that will come across as negative even if it is just the truth of the situation. She felt like relationships with people like this is close to pointless since their is never a foundation of honesty. "It is all smoke and mirrors and rainbows" she said sighing.
So, I love this city. This place is storytellers 365 days of the year. Stories are being written everyday all around me. This place is a canvass and a platform for self expression.