|Posted by stephaniehughes95 on February 6, 2015 at 1:00 AM|
Toronto is such a socially desolate city – in a place so abundant with life and with people, how can we be so alone? In smaller communities, everyone knows one another – not just the name and face of them, but really knows what they do for a living, where they went to school, what kind of dog they have, the colour of their drapes, yada yada. Alright, granted: there’s a lot more to keep track of in big city Toronto than in Middle-of-Buttfuck-Nowhere, ON. I don’t know what kind of dog that taxi driver has (or if he even likes dogs) and I don’t know where that business suit-donning man went to school (but I can assume it was prestigious), but I’m probably better off for it. But these moments where you flash a smile only to be returned with a stranger’s quick glance away like you flashed them something else leaves a cold emptiness in people. Maybe just me, except that it probably isn’t because the suicide rate in Canada is pretty high (every year in Canada has between 3,500 – 4,000 suicidal fatalies according to Stat Can). So return a smile, hold that door open for someone, and give your mother a call, you ungrateful bastard.