Platzer Note

A note from the perpetually anxious and introverted.

Dear Philly,

The only reason I like you is because this is where my house is, and that is where I stay. I don’t enjoy the events, too much noise, too many people. I don’t like walking around the city, I have no desire to be hit by a car again. In the winter, your streets are cold, and the wind blows too strong. I still miss my turquoise headband. In the summer, it’s too hot, and the stench of the trash people carelessly leave on the ground is overpowering. 

The buses are annoying, filled with rude people who blast their bad music and make getting off at the right stop difficult. The buses themselves smell, they’re loud, and kick up dirt and grime in my face as they drive off without me. My experiences with Philly aren't as magical as what most people seem to have.

Sorry Philly, I’m just not that in to you.

dirty-philly
dirty-philly

Comments