Sydney Madness part V
March 28th 2011 13:47
Part five: Sydney mystique
People are everywhere. It’s a sure sign of a thriving metropolis, something I’m slightly unaccustomed to living in twilight zone Perth. Energy is abounding in all directions, folk seem to have a purpose, rolling with the punches. While Perthites meander, Sydneysiders arrogantly bustle with a strut befitting inhabitants of a global city.
Sydney has an unenviable reputation in the West. I can’t quite put my finger on exactly why but I think it can be traced to small man syndrome. Just like the little man’s inferiority complex, Perth has a small abundance of self confidence and feels overwhelmed by Sydney.
Perthites, however have embraced Melbourne, probably because of its cultural diversity, a way of life severely lacking in Perth. Opposites attract. But Sydney is reminiscent of Perth. The beaches, sprawling suburbs and picturesque views. Just on a MUCH larger scale. And without the conservatism of the wild West.
A popular criticism in the rebuttal of Sydney is the snobbery of its inhabitants. I fail to see it. Worldwide, there is a viewpoint that larger cities breed arrogance. Nope. I didn’t experience it in New York, London or Sydney.
I’ve never lived in Sydney but have fallen in love with the place. Not the aesthetics so much, although it is one of the most beautiful cities I’ve visited, but it probably stems down to losing a sense of morality. It’s the same old drill – get really pissed, eventually kicked out of a sleazy club by a Kings Cross bouncer, and end up on an episode of Underbelly. Just like old times!
And tonight would be no different. Guaranteed craziness. The type I could only dream about in Perth. Even at the start of a night out back home there was always the inevitable prospect of defeat. It is like a crummy sports team biding time, going through the emotions destined to lose
But being a tourist amid a bustling city brought out the best in my inner demons. No longer did the dark specter of defeat hang over me. I was free to run wild. No-one knows me in this city. Actually, no-one gives two shits about me. No cold looks or odd glances. It was time to run amok in Sydney. One….two….three….game time
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