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• The Scariest Thing in NYC

[For more of this story, read Talk is Cheap, Listening is Free and Talk is Cheap, Listening is Free, Good Vibes are Priceless]

In this day and age, it is alarmingly easy to miss connections. We walk around with head phones in our ears, cell phones in our hands. We never miss a status update while the world passes us by. We have no problem connecting with strangers online. We don’t think twice about “liking” a stranger’s Facebook status or retweeting something they’ve said. But when confronted with an actual being- with body language, voice inflection, pheromones, and eyes: those twinkling betrayers of secrets- we shy away. It’s too scary.

If you’ve ever moved to New York City, you know scary. Entering adulthood is difficult in general, if you move to this city simultaneously, it is nothing short of terrifying. Exhilarating but terrifying- especially if you’re like me and move with absolutely no savings, two weeks after college graduation. But I did it, and after somehow surviving nearly four years in this urban jungle, I have a new perspective on “scary”. After struggling to get a job to pay your insane Manhattan rent, it’s not so scary to crash a fancy champagne reception. After having a bank balance so low you can barely afford groceries, it’s not so scary to use pick-up lines at the supermarket. After dealing with rejection from dozens of auditions, it’s not so scary to flirt with the lead singer of a band. After going to the hospital all alone, it’s not so scary to start a conversation with a handsome stranger on the street.

Compared to all that, to stop and talk to a random guy with a sign that says, “Free Listening”? That’s not scary, it’s a walk in the park. But to have him listen to me? That’s another story.

After the family with good vibes departed, I felt it was about time for me to leave the Listener too. I didn’t exactly have anywhere to be, but I had been talking to him for a while. “Is there a time-limit on this?” I questioned. “Nope,” he replied, “You can stay as long as I’m here.” Still, I felt like I’d taken up more than my fair share of his time. I didn’t want to be the jerk at the free food table who takes four slices of pizza, the last four slices.

“You still haven’t told me a story,” he said. “I know. You’d think if I’ve been here this long, I must have something I want talk about.” I said, like I was joking. But of course I wasn’t joking. I did have something on my mind, I wanted very much to talk about it, and having a stranger listen was exactly what I wanted. Usually when I feel that way, I write in my blog. But this was something I felt unsure I should blog about. Nor was it something easy to talk about.

I could have sat down and told the Listener any story. I could have told him what I had eaten for lunch. I could have spoken the text of a Shakespearian monologue. I could have said anything, and he would have listened. Granted this gift, I felt I couldn’t just say anything. I felt I had to tell a story that I needed someone to listen to. And so, after much hesitation and almost leaving because not participating is always easier (but never as fulfilling), I sat down.

“So there’s this guy,” I said, “Which is such a cliché, but I already told you about my blog so why should I deny it?” I told him the long version of this story:
I’d been seeing this guy. A guy who was incredibly sweet, kind, and thoughtful. We met at a party of a mutual friend. I felt like I was breaking two patterns here by picking a nice guy and meeting him in a totally boring, undramatic way. He seemed really into me, very attentive, always saying sweet, genuine things. It was a nice change. Then, about six weeks in, he disappeared. Completely stopped texting, didn’t return my calls. Five days of incommunicado, I tossed him into the pile of Lost Boys, and tried to forget the whole thing. Of course that was exactly when he called me. I answered a call from an unknown number and it was him. “Where have you been?” I asked. He went on to tell me that the day after I’d last seen him, he had gone and checked himself into a psychiatric hospital.

Most times, when he doesn’t call you, it’s because he’s just not that into you. But sometimes, it’s because he’s in a mental hospital.

What does one do with that kind of information? I was having trouble processing it. How did this news make me feel? Daze, shocked, confused. What was my role? It had only been six weeks. It wasn’t my place to help him through the mess he was going through, but how could I just shut the door on someone I had started to care for?

He opened up to me so much as I spoke to him on the phone. Simply telling me he was in the hospital was incredibly brave. I hadn’t shown one iota of that vulnerability. Being vulnerable terrifies me. More than anything New York City can serve up. It’s huge challenge for me in all my relationships. In fact, in telling this story, I shared more vulnerability with this stranger on a park bench than I had during the entire relationship I was speaking of.

The Listener listened to my story. While I was speaking, his eyes darted all over the place as I spoke. He could not hold me gaze. Perhaps looking me in the eyes crossed a line. When I decided to tell him a story, it was go big or go home. I was sharing a piece of myself with him and seeing that shine through my eyes may have just been too intimate. Maybe I took advantage of him by telling him something I was having difficulty talking over with my friends. Perhaps, but as he had several times asserted: there is no fine print to his sign. Free Listening. That was the offer. I said Yes, And I raised the stakes.

I never thought I would say this, but after learning I was dating a man in a psychiatric hospital, my life is too much like Sex and the City.

With writing, there is no eye contact, I can still keep some walls up even when I let others down.

I’d love to hear your thoughts. I know it can be scary to leave a comment, or even in some cases to let me know you read my blog. But know it would mean a lot to me.

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12 Responses to “• The Scariest Thing in NYC”

  1. Amy

    My first thought is that I think this is one of your very best posts. As for the guy… well. Knowing you need help doesn’t make you damaged goods. But, right, not much question he’s got issues. So you have to keep the necessary distance to avoid getting sucked into someone else’s vortex… but tell him that. I say go big or go home. As in, be completely honest with him, about ALL of your feelings. Best of luck to you sweet NYCliche! xoxo

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    • newyorkcliche

      Really? Thanks!
      And thanks for the advice. Definitely helped me with this situation. “Go big or go home” might be my life philosophy right now…

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  2. Logan

    I believe that people who check themselves into a psychiatric hospital are way ahead of people who ought to and don’t. Also, as with any physical illness, there is huge variety in degrees and differences. Is he still in the hospital? Did you make a plan to see one another? Was your phone conversation, apart from the shock you expressed, nourishing for you? I wouldn’t say you need to “keep the necessary distance” so much as to try to understand, if you move into this changed relationship, your willingness to be a friend of this man. And to be as honest as you can, with yourself at a minimum, about your own feelings and needs.

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    • newyorkcliche

      Thank you so much for the wise advice.
      I have seen him since he got out of the hospital. Being there for him as a friend was my main objective and I think I succeeded in that. Friendship seems to be the best thing right now, for myself, and I’d like to think for him too.

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  3. missy me

    Oh, what an awfully awkward situation. I agree with Logan, well done on him checking himself in. If staying in contact is something that is doable, then I reckon move it to the friends column. As for the listening guy, that’s what he’s there for, right? But I guess telling people some things, no matter how far removed, is still hard.

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    • newyorkcliche

      Yes, I thought so too. Friends is best all around.
      You’re absolutely right- that is what he is there for! I have trouble telling things to my best friends. I don’t like being vulnerable, to anyone. I’m working on it!

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  4. Cassie

    I think Amy (above) has it right. He made himself vulnerable to you. He could’ve disappeared, and you would’ve never known what was really going on with him… and maybe wondered if it was something you did. So now that he’s opened up like this, like Amy said, go big or go home. I don’t think it’d be right of him to judge you for stepping away if the situation makes you uncomfortable. But if you want to be supportive without getting too entangled, that’s okay too. Either way, I’d say let him know what you’re thinking.

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    • newyorkcliche

      This close to exactly what I did. Thanks for the advice! I wasn’t amazing at telling him what I was thinking, but I was incredibly supportive…he was so honest with me and I couldn’t quite bring myself to be as honest with him. Agh, cowardly I am!

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  5. Dan

    Hey, you. Of course I can’t say your name on this site but listen…you did just fine :) :) :) I will never regret opening myself up to you and I’d do it again a thousand more times. You’re a real sweetheart.

    — Dan

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