One of the things I have noticed about traveling is that people “show” themselves all the time without even knowing it. It’s like, I cannot explain it, but when I see it, I know it. So, sometimes I feel the vibe of a person, check out their clothes, or hear an accent, and it’s like, “your Midwest is showing.”
Or when I met this girl in Alabama, she started talking, and she had NYC written all over her. And I just laughed and couldn’t hold it in any longer and busted out with the “OMG, you are SO from NY.” And she immediately started laughing hysterically.
And even though I have only been in Florida for 4 years now, it seems that I have morphed into a Florida girl. It’s weird because I feel I have not changed that much as a person, but then I go to Alabama and it’s like shocking. I mean SHOCKING.
The slowness. The sing song drawl. The “what church do you go to? Is Jesus Christ your Lord and Saviour?” question that always gets asked that drives me nuts. . .or even, the “what are you?” question.
Ughhhhhh!!! I told someone once that I’m a Leo in response to the “what are you?” question. I suppose it beats having an argument with a total stranger about why that’s a rude question. If I have to explain why it’s rude, it’s really futile. Really.
And I have had those spirited debates (in my younger years) with strangers in Alabama before. One man stopped me and asked me what religion I belong. He then told me what I was, or what he thought I should be, and wanted to know my religious background. I could not believe I was having this conversation in the middle of Wal Mart with someone I have never met before. . .and yet I was.
I have learned to just shut those people down now. Respond simply with “That’s personal, thank you.” And if they insist, do the broken record method while continuing to walk away, pepper spray visible, “that’s personal, thank you. That’s personal, thank you.” And if it escalates, well, I have more direct words in reserve to be used, that will not be listed on this lovely post. . .
But Orlando is different. Yes, people in general seem to be flirty here. Obsessed with labels; their gorgeous bodies, and tend to be materialistic. People here like to party, and like money (or at least in the circles I have observed). Of course there are some that do not fit this description, however, this is the general vibe I get about this place.
Orlando seems to be drama filled. Missing people. Sexual predators. Kidnappings. If you watch a lot of crime shows like I do–Dateline, Discovery Investigation, Fugitive shows. . .a lot of these stories take place in Florida. Yep, it’s all here.
What I love about Orlando? Well, fireworks somewhere every night. The breeze, warm weather, International diversity. There really is a lot to do here, and a lot of places to party, and plenty of people to party with. Many people say Orlando is a small city trying to be a large one. Ok, good point, but it’s cute here.
Now, sense of community? Not so much. Lots of people coming in and out. Actually, it’s very difficult to find people who were born and raised here…it seems as if everyone is from somewhere else.
Many New Yorkers here have voiced having a hard time adjusting. It’s too spread out. You have to drive everywhere. And of course, it’s Not NYC, so it’s not the “center of the universe.” Bless their hearts.
I love it here though. The cost of living is not outrageous. The weather is phenomenal. And I love meeting the different characters. . .but that’s everywhere I go really. . .
I wish it were more progressive here, however. Public transportation has many opportunities for improvement. And I do not understand the laws here that are not very gay friendly, even though Orlando was just named #2 for gayest cities in America.