It's My Life (now live it for me)

In NYC you can pay people to do anything for you. And I mean anything. They raise your children, wash your socks, deliver your groceries, select (and wrap) your birthday gifts, drop off your dry cleaning, walk your dogs, park your car, paint your nails, bring up dinner, find you an apartment, do your taxes, call your cabs and even open your front door.

Earlier this year, I realized that people in NYC fight to be first physically, mentally and financially not because they are pushy, but because they want some sense of individuality and independence. But if we as New Yorkers pay someone else to do everything from the mundane to the very personal, what good is this autonomy? What does that leave us with? We go to our jobs and take our 2 weeks of vacation, but aside from that, our sense of individuality is irrelevant because someone else is calling all the shots.

In the long run, it might not matter what kind of laundry detergent my clothes are washed in or if my parents get pink or white roses on their anniversary, but the process of making daily choices for my own life is what sets me apart. Maybe it is in the details afterall.

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