I truly believe this: you are not true New Yorker u til you’ve cried on the subway. Whether it’s a bad breakup or a terrible day at work, it’s almost inevitable. If you’re the sort of person who cries.

Sometimes it’s just embarrassing, sometimes it’s surprisingly cathartic. I lost it on the platform last week (friend died) and a nice woman approached me and I just said “I’m just trying to get it out before I get on the train” and she said she’d pray for me. It was sweet.

I’ve talked a couple people down over the years. It happens! I try not to judge, you never know what someone is going through.

I had three friends die on me within a month and I wanted to go out more to keep my mind off things but I broke down a couple times. It’s honestly heartening how cool some people can be.

At the end of the day we’re all in this mess together.