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I saw this video and it was about in a rural village how people have expectations of you but in a city you can be anonymous and do whatever you like as long as you're not comitting crimes or being too annoying like waking your neighbors at night.

Do you think this is why a lot of people struggle with socialising and connection today? Because they're not willing to integrate themselves into a situation where other people have a say on what they think is right and wrong for them to do.

I was born in the city but lived in the countryside for 3 years. It was definitely an interesting experience. I think most of the people were nice but it was also difficult because they knew each other since birth and I was a new person and also I don't know I think I wasn't really ready for the ammount of social work it would take to fully integrate myself there.

I actually felt happy and like I was back home when I came back to Zürich. Even though I met new people and made new friends there's just a familiarity with how things are done here and I don't feel like I'm out of place or so.

I am putting more and more focus on socializing and I think it's going well but I still found it interesting this concept because I definitely feel like city people put a lot of importance on freedom and not being tied down and that comes into conflict with building a tight community.

I think I will keep changing my priorities over time but I also enjoy the city. There's a lot of nice things about it. We'll see how it goes :)

I was constantly told how lazy and incompetant having long hair will inevitably make you as a male. Every family gathering meant a new hair cut so to apease old people... mostly just old men. The women were fine with it. Which its not the worst thing really but as I came out of it all I look back at how wrong of a direction that set me. My fucking hair determined so damn much it seems. I do not care in the slightest what the next person says or thinks of me now, but it took me forever to prove to myself my look has nothing to do with that.