But then one day you might be surprised to find you feel a kinship with those around you, sitting singly or in pairs. After a while you develop a camaraderie of one who has survived the crowds, and still elected to eat your lunch on the grass at Bryant Park with a book as a companion. Who knows? You might even get a hug on these mean streets.
New York Magazine has an article on why the city isn’t the lonely place it seems. But really, does this seem lonely to you?
Of course this is one crowded little island, but if you can struggle across a Grand Central subway platform at rush hour, or cross 5th avenue during the holiday season, or-God help you-go to Macy’s, the feeling you develop isn’t so much loneliness as misanthropy.