London - The crocodile city.
Tough skinned, vicious, will eat you up alive if you let it, yet we are all fascinated by it. Before getting off the phone to my father, in tears, a little less than 2 months ago, I was offered the advice (or harsh reality) "to get a thicker skin". London seems to be all about this. Amongst the hustle and bustle of everyone trying to make a living wage and then some, we tread on anyone we possibly can to earn a few more pounds, to get a little more status, to fight for more success. At dinner yesterday, a good friend said to me, he would have no hesitation stamping on the people he liked to be more successful. I was confused that this was coming out of this lovely man's mouth. Is this just the London way? We have no problem hurting peoples feelings, being blunt is second nature and the ever far from candid, apologetic British way seizes to exist in this city. Much like in old people. I'm sad because deep down, I know in London you either sink or swim. For me, persona...