I used to be one of those people who loved London. I was blind! Love is blind they say…! I was under some kind of spell of London “magic”. I am now wide awake and I clearly see what London is.
First and foremost, what hit me the most when I got to London 15 or so years ago, is the class system. What is that? Just because someone has more money doesn’t mean they are better than someone who doesn’t have a lot of money. People feel some kind entitlement because they have money. People shop at more expensive shops and use pricer products to feel good about themselves or above others.
I never fitted into a class system. I come from Lithuania and a humble background. Money is just money. It doesn’t give you anything apart from things. Things cannot possibly warm your soul or heart. I was always about the soul and heart. There’s a weird private members club nonsense too in London!
It only separates people. I never liked that. I like unity. After all we are all the same.
People are mean in London. I know Lithuanian people never smile and they don’t thrive on customer service skills, however, people in London are mean. For instance, today I left my flat and a woman leaned on me and wouldn’t let me pass because she felt I had to say “sorry” and it wasn’t my fault. I was out of her way already. That wasn’t enough for her.
A man saw it happen too and asked if I am alright not because he cared for me but because cameras around my building would paint him a hero. “Here comes a man and rescues a woman who’d been “attacked” by an older woman!” Most government places such as GP’s practice have signs asking people not to shout at them. I go to the bank see the same signs!
God forbid I slip and stumble on a person passing by and if I don’t say sorry someone will hit me in a face. That’s a true face of London. People feel ok about the homeless people and yet they cry about Notre-Dame building. It’s this coldness of people that gives me chills.
London is a hub of money making machine. It has been for centuries! Nothing wrong with that! However, people work and some work really hard. An average human being working in a city spends their money on three things: 1. houses, 2. holidays and 3. if they have children schools. That’s it. Money gives them entitlement to feel good about themselves and they “have” a certain standard/class.
They say “I live in Surrey and I send my children to x private school. We go on holidays to Tenerife or Africa” or whatever else people go to. The city people don’t know what real nature is. The city people have too much energy spinning in them like a volcano waiting to explode. That’s why the city is full of drugs and people with bad alcohol smell.
London is a great city but the city people ruins it for me. I am no longer one of these city people. I am out of “the city spell” and it stinks to me. An idea of magical London city is a grey balloon that floats from place to place, object to object until it bursts and it’s no longer pretty. It’s no longer attractive.
I do hope the city people awaken and see the city for what it is. The city is a real beast that entices anyone who wants it then it puts everyone under its spell. Some of us lucky, who gets out but some of us never wake up. I hope that everyone wakes and chooses something that nourishes the soul and heart.