Dear Los Angeles…

Stories from the Road
Dear Los Angeles,
I know it’s been a while since I visited. I really do enjoy seeing you. I know it seems like we’ve grown apart lately. Don’t worry, I still think you’re beautiful – yes even the your gritty parts. In fact, those are the parts that make me love you most, precisely because so few really seem to appreciate that side of you. It’s that part of you that’s always worried about how much you weigh or if you’re really keeping up with the fashionable crowd, or if your art is still relevant or always trying to compare yourself with New York or something, that gets annoying at times. Seriously. I guess there are some things about you that make me a little uneasy at times.
I think it’s obvious that our relationship isn’t what it once was. I’ve been seeing other cities, Los Angeles. I think you know about the affair I had with Portland. We’re still sort of on again off again I guess. Then there was that short fling with San Francisco. You caught me checking out New York, but I swear I didn’t go there.
How did we get here? I think sometimes I feel a little bit smothered by your constant need for approval and admiration. You are so unique, and so diverse – why can’t you just be yourself and be happy with who you are? I don’t care what kind of cars cruise your streets or what celebrities live in your neighborhoods. I don’t care how involved you are in “the industry” or what pretentious degrees your colleges offer. That’s not what I love about you. It’s your diversity I enjoy – in your streets, your people, your food…these are what I come to you to savor; but you’re too busy for me. You can’t sit still – always rushing here and there trying to please this person or impress that person. You have no time for me, Los Angeles.
I think this is the reason, above all others, that we should just be friends. I really do think highly of you, and I’ll still visit from time to time, but I don’t think we have any long term potential. I just don’t think we’re compatible. Maybe it’s not you, maybe it’s me. I’ve changed, Los Angeles. I need space. I’ll never forget you, Los Angeles, and I hope we can still be friends.
Jeremiah Shackelford

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