I Hate Florida
I moved to South Miami about 15 months ago, and everyday of it has been mortifying. The daily heat-stroke, blinding sun and sweat-bath is irritating enough to put you in a bad mood right out of bed, but what will really get you is the people.
The people of Miami, mostly immigrant Cuban's who think that they own the place, are rude, unfriendly, elitist, self obsessed individuals. Those that you meet here are not responsive to friendliness, kindness, compassion or anything like that. If you are in trouble no one wants to help, and especially not if you ask them.
It is a strange culture in which people will just out-right ignore you even if you are standing right in front of them talking right into their faces. I needn't mention how casually people cast aside friendships and relationship partners, or how much attitude they all have. Just to give and example, I was once befriending this community college Cuban girl because I thought they we had something in common in temperament and interests. She very casually called me stupid gave me a bunch of garbage for talking to her and dismissed me as not worth her time. As a former undergrad of NYU with plenty of practice dealing with people under my belt, I honestly have no clue what happened, and it happens all the time. But what else about the people?
You won't believe it, but everyone is on drugs! At first I thought that it was just a hip thing that my click was into but no, it really isn't. Everyone is on drugs and I really mean everyone. Whether it be ecstasy, cocaine, heroine, shrooms, pills or from what I can tell some cocktail of all the above in general. Everyone is high as often as can be, and I can't blame them living in a depressing place like this. Which ties right into another problem.
Want to go somewhere? Don't kid yourself. Everything is spread out and you can't walk anywhere. I say that you can't go anywhere acting like there is somewhere to go, but there isn't. Never in my life have I had trouble finding something to do, or somewhere to go out to with friends quite like since I came here. Mall culture comes down to Target, Best Buy and Wallmart, and there is no restaurant, music or Club Scene. Don't get me wrong, it exists but it isn't what you think it would be. It doesn't compare to what you would find in say, New York, and it is all unanimously overpriced.
Doesn't the witty local culture make up for it all though? Where most states and countries have a clever, cheap and cultured under-class scene going on, Florida has none. It is all immigrants and they are all angry for some reason. Which bring us to next section, the problem of living somewhere where 90% of all people are hispanic immigrant.
If you don't speak spanish you will never get a job. That said, for the sake of intelligent reference lets say that you do somehow manage to pull down a minimum wage job (which is all that there is available even for professionals), expect a 45 minute to 2 hour commute each way, daily (and thus most of your salary gone in gas prices). Working here is just not viable.
The schools are bad and the people who aren't absolutely unbearable are so dumb that if you weren't born here it will blow your mind.
I hate this place so much, and for so long I thought that it was because something was wrong with me. I have thrived everywhere else I've lived and I've lived in a lot of places. That wasn't the case here though, there is just something dry and sinister about this place and it will drain the spirit out of even the most motivated and full-hardy of us people. This is where old folks come to die, and for a reason. It is the land of Dexter and con artists, where locals eat each others' faces off, commit infanticide, murder and run each other over - it isn't paradise. This is where you go when you want a little extra motivation to die.
The people of Miami, mostly immigrant Cuban's who think that they own the place, are rude, unfriendly, elitist, self obsessed individuals. Those that you meet here are not responsive to friendliness, kindness, compassion or anything like that. If you are in trouble no one wants to help, and especially not if you ask them.
It is a strange culture in which people will just out-right ignore you even if you are standing right in front of them talking right into their faces. I needn't mention how casually people cast aside friendships and relationship partners, or how much attitude they all have. Just to give and example, I was once befriending this community college Cuban girl because I thought they we had something in common in temperament and interests. She very casually called me stupid gave me a bunch of garbage for talking to her and dismissed me as not worth her time. As a former undergrad of NYU with plenty of practice dealing with people under my belt, I honestly have no clue what happened, and it happens all the time. But what else about the people?
You won't believe it, but everyone is on drugs! At first I thought that it was just a hip thing that my click was into but no, it really isn't. Everyone is on drugs and I really mean everyone. Whether it be ecstasy, cocaine, heroine, shrooms, pills or from what I can tell some cocktail of all the above in general. Everyone is high as often as can be, and I can't blame them living in a depressing place like this. Which ties right into another problem.
Want to go somewhere? Don't kid yourself. Everything is spread out and you can't walk anywhere. I say that you can't go anywhere acting like there is somewhere to go, but there isn't. Never in my life have I had trouble finding something to do, or somewhere to go out to with friends quite like since I came here. Mall culture comes down to Target, Best Buy and Wallmart, and there is no restaurant, music or Club Scene. Don't get me wrong, it exists but it isn't what you think it would be. It doesn't compare to what you would find in say, New York, and it is all unanimously overpriced.
Doesn't the witty local culture make up for it all though? Where most states and countries have a clever, cheap and cultured under-class scene going on, Florida has none. It is all immigrants and they are all angry for some reason. Which bring us to next section, the problem of living somewhere where 90% of all people are hispanic immigrant.
If you don't speak spanish you will never get a job. That said, for the sake of intelligent reference lets say that you do somehow manage to pull down a minimum wage job (which is all that there is available even for professionals), expect a 45 minute to 2 hour commute each way, daily (and thus most of your salary gone in gas prices). Working here is just not viable.
The schools are bad and the people who aren't absolutely unbearable are so dumb that if you weren't born here it will blow your mind.
I hate this place so much, and for so long I thought that it was because something was wrong with me. I have thrived everywhere else I've lived and I've lived in a lot of places. That wasn't the case here though, there is just something dry and sinister about this place and it will drain the spirit out of even the most motivated and full-hardy of us people. This is where old folks come to die, and for a reason. It is the land of Dexter and con artists, where locals eat each others' faces off, commit infanticide, murder and run each other over - it isn't paradise. This is where you go when you want a little extra motivation to die.
By:
Tylersloeper
Age:
22-25
,
Male
