A cynical rant from just another cynic.

THAT person. You know THAT person. The person that pretends to not want, let alone need attention. However they pause for effect when telling a story and have an answer for everything. They claim not to care about image but ask for a vodka lime and soda at your local bar EVERY TIME. They most likely live overseas in a bustling metropolis (their words) and tell anyone that will listen that they’re  just going with the flow, making sure they say it loud enough for people to pick up on their accent, which is most likely Australian or English. Don’t…

The idea of YOLO with a dash of FOMO.

FOMO. A term I hold in the same regard as YOLO. I don’t despise it like many friends of mine do, however in saying that I don’t like it either. YOLO, you only live once, has become an excuse for our generation to be the most selfish, self absorbed creatures that have ever walked this earth. It’s an excuse for anything and everything we do. It’s a ‘live in the moment’ mantra that our parents and grandparents didn’t have the luxury to experience. We apply it to everything from a big night out on a Wednesday, to that summer we…

What’s in a smile? Apparently a lot.

Look straight ahead. Those three words I heard from a random stranger, an old man on Avenue C when I first arrived in Manhattan, have proved to be an invaluable lesson. But not in the way he meant. At the time, I took him for just another delusional character that made me love my downtown neighbourhood even more. Now, after four months of living here I realise he wasn’t delusional at all, he was a god damn prophet. Back in Melbourne I would have made eye contact with any average joe on the street, in particular any above average joe on…