I love San Diego county and I love the districts within the city. I love that I know most places like I know my own face and that there are still places to be discovered.
I love that I can stand at a beach in solitude and feel my own soul. I truly can feel something deeper than the surface of my skin when I'm looking out at the ocean from any coast, or off the bow of any ship.
I love that I'm never too lost in any part of the state because there will always be a familiar face a few hours away. Whether a human face, or the face of a city.. Sacramento, where you at? Frisco... Inglewood always up to no good. Even San Pedro wanna get a little bit of dis.
I try to be humble about California. To me, praising this state is like telling a girl with an already overblown ego that she is beautiful.
We get it, California. You're the hot girl without money--but your'e hot.
All of this came to the table because, last night --in North Park-- Kristy and I were out with Joe and someone made the statement: "Everyone is a snob about something."
And we sat and analyzed ourselves and revealed our snobbish attribute for discection.
Kristy's friend Joe is a movie snob--I imagine him being like Jason Bateman on JUNO and having a preference about certain genres of film, and having a strong opinion within that genre about directors.
Kristy is a snob about California.
She's kinda like Manhattan guy on Sex and The City who said, "Ugh. Visit Conneticutt? Why would you want to leave Manhattan? You've got everything here."
And Miranda looks at her watch and says, smiling through a tiny bite of ice cream, "I have to go feed my cat."
I am not a snob about anything.
The End.