I recently decided to throw away every future plan that I had made and stay in Chicago. Most of you are still trying to figure out why (as am I), but I think I might have deciphered at least part of it. In order to explain, I need to make an observation about Chicago itself...
Chicago is a fickle, passionate city. Whatever it does, it does with all its heart. We love Rex Grossman half the season and want to stone him to death the other half. I have NEVER seen someone fall from grace as quickly as that man. Except maybe the big JC. And our relationship with the Cubs is like one of those disfunctional relationships that your neighbors always seem to have... the kind where you have to listen to them screaming at each other all night and then having sex all morning. The Cubs are the greatest team in the world until it matters, then we slowly get angrier and angrier until we are finally threatening to call the cops and get them arrested (as my neighbors constantly did last year). And its not just true about sports. Politicians, weather, transportation... all examples of things whose reputations rise and fall with the passions of the mob. Rome! Yes. We are just like ancient Rome. But make no mistake, whatever our emotion is at any given moment is what we feel with every fiber of our true Chicago hearts.
That said, I think that part of the reason I have to stay in Chicago is because a couple months ago I hated everything about it. Job stuff, work stuff.. whatever it was - It sucked. But really, it was this hatred (and now love) for the city that makes me a true Chicagoan. I can't leave just because the going gets rough! Then I would miss the high that comes with every new season, or when the weather gets nice, or when beer gardens are in full swing... this city is too much a part of me to leave it right now. I'll just have to keep that in mind next February.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment