But wait! Only people in New York do that!

Thought Catalog – In times of natural disasters, it really becomes clear to me how defective most New Yorkers are. And I mean that in the best way possible. Here we are, most of us transplants who’ve moved to New York to be professional weirdos and live life on our own terms. To us, New York is some kind of Xanax, I mean Xanadu, where we can work hard and play hard without answering to anyone. There’s a kind of eternal youthfulness here where senior citizens still attend midnight screenings and grab a drink at the bar. In many ways, this city makes it so you never need to grow up. When something like Hurricane Sandy comes along, most New Yorkers are just like, “What?” There’s an air of invincibility that comes along with living here. You think you pay too much rent and are surrounded by too much culture to really feel the wrath of Mother Nature! After the massive blue balling of Hurricane Irene last year, our hubris has become even more inflated! What’s perhaps most interesting about New Yorkers waiting for a natural disaster to hit is that we have to be bored. Really bored until something terrible happens. “Being bored” is most New Yorkers’ version of hell. We live here specifically so we won’t ever be bored! This is not an island of homebodies, people! Telling us to sit in our apartments and watch TV may seem like heaven to most but to others it’s a cruel punishment. I’ve been reading my newsfeed on Twitter and Facebook and most of them seem to echo the same sentiment: “I’m prepared for Sandy!” with an Instagram picture attached of twelve bottles of wine. Seriously, the two things New Yorkers love to do the most is complain and drink, and a natural disaster gives them plenty of opportunity to do both. Honestly, if I didn’t live here and I saw all of those tweets from New Yorkers “celebrating” a damn hurricane and generally being “LOL” about the destruction, I’d be like, “You guys are such obnoxious idiots!” And you’d be right. We are obnoxious, especially when we’ve been inside all day. But you know what? I’m proud to live in a city full of unconventional freaks who value having enough wine over having batteries for flashlights. There’s a sense of comaraderie in living here that warms my heart, even when there’s a torrential downpour outside and a high possibility for snow. New Yorkers know how to enjoy life to the fullest, even when they’re facing death.

First of all, everyone who has ever posted anything on Thought Catalog is my mortal enemy. If I ever catch any of them in the street I will challenge them to a fight to the death. No, to the pain. They are all the most dramatic arrogant assholes in the world. Especially when it comes to New York.

“There’s an air of invincibility that comes along with living here. You think you pay too much rent and are surrounded by too much culture to really feel the wrath of Mother Nature”

“What’s perhaps most interesting about New Yorkers waiting for a natural disaster to hit is that we have to be bored. Really bored until something terrible happens. “Being bored” is most New Yorkers’ version of hell.” 

But you know what? I’m proud to live in a city full of unconventional freaks who value having enough wine over having batteries for flashlights.

What a fucking dickhead blog this is. New York has gotten hit with like 3 hurricanes in the past 100 years and there’s been a billion blogs and articles and facebook pictures and all that shit making fun of how New Yorkers are just so edgy and different because they stock up on booze instead of batteries and like to have Hurricane parties. Like people in Florida who get hit with like 2 Hurricanes every summer don’t make sure they have enough liquor to get through a few days when one makes landfall. Like they don’t hope for work to be canceled and don’t wanna get drunk with their friends riding out a storm. Just so sick of these losers who talk about being real New Yorkers and how they’re so proud to be “different” even if people think they’re “obnoxious.” Newsflash, dickheads – being a “real New Yorker” doesn’t make you cool. I’m not even sure thats a real thing. You’re definitely not different. And you most certainly are obnoxious.