Making new friends in NYC

New Yorkers have a reputation for being unfriendly. This isn’t news to anyone.

And that stereotype? Sometimes true. People are busy and gruff sometimes. Many come here to “make it” in some capacity and only look out for themselves.

I moved to NYC with exactly zero friends or family members waiting for me. I didn’t worry about loneliness, because I’ve always been independent and to put it nicely, blunt.

But even the snarkiest introverts need someone to love them. I mean, especially those types. A cactus needs sunshine. You get where I’m going?

Here’s a question from Lisette:

Making new friends in NYC

Helping Haiti

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I’m really moved by all the social media talk of helping Haiti today. It’s all over blogs, Twitter, Facebook, the Internet at large.

This is the point of living online.

Helping Haiti

The Year of the Ass

It’s the beginning of a new decade, a time to think of where we are and where we want to get. It’s also simply the beginning of a new year. This January, we vow to be more accomplished, less fat, or whatever the case may be.

And I’ve coined it the Year of the Ass. Because so far in 2010, I’ve felt like ass.

Life has been one pain in the ass. Actually, many. Many pains on one pale, grumpy ass. Some would say I’m even acting like an ass.

So yeah.

The Year of the Ass

In the spirit of too much information

I’ve decided to make next week an Ask Amanda Asktravaganza. Old questions shall be answered once and for all!

So if there’s something you’d like to ask, now is an excellent time to do so through the contact form. I’ll try to answer it this week or next.

You can also ask anonymous questions at formspring.me.

In the spirit of too much information

Happy 2010!

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What will you do this year?

Happy 2010!

An inventory of 2009

In 2008, I gained independence, confidence, experience, and possibly other -ences. Oh, and a snazzier blog!

I lost TBID. Really, I lost a lot of things having to do with him.

I stopped drinking Coke.

I started writing fiction.

An inventory of 2009

How to make (but not necessarily keep) New Year’s resolutions

As far back as I can remember, my mom’s eyes have drooped long before the ball dropped in Times Square. Forget live music or noisemakers. She ushers in the new year by pulling out a fresh 3×5 index card and recording 10 resolutions.

“Some should be things you know you can definitely cross out,” she advised me at my initiation. “You probably won’t get to all of them.”

In high school then, I might have sarcastically asked, “Can I put breathing? How about buying a new shirt?”

How to make (but not necessarily keep) New Year’s resolutions

If you see something

How does that story go?

Some woman was attacked back in the 1960’s. It was night. Summer probably. She screamed from the streets and many people heard the commotion and looked out their windows.

And they didn’t do anything. They watched her get killed.

If you see something

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Happy holidays to you!

Thanks for your readership, support, not being creepy, etc.

Really. I mean it, guys.

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My Very Own Special Christmas

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A few months ago, I realized that I wanted to do something I hadn’t done before, something that sounded so pleasurable it made me feel bad.

I didn’t want to go home for Christmas.

My Very Own Special Christmas