Asking people out for coffee when you find out they live in your area does not work, even if they’re on lemmy asking for advice on how to make friends since they’re new to the city. It was the only time I tried so its the only relevant advice I had to give.

My friend has one and she loves it. I told her it was nice to not hurt her feelings, but its awful. She has to sit on it by keeping her legs on the coffee table to not slide out. She looks like a little crab.

I got a 1990s lazyboy at the thrift store for $30. Its damn near perfect condition, no smell. I gave it a once over with my rug cleaner. Its got all the bones and you can even use the lever to kick your legs up.

Don’t support shady online dealers and trends that benefit them and not the consumer. Hit a thrift store and find yourself a forever couch. It’ll be cheaper, last longer and you’ll be more comfortable. Even renting a van for a day to transport it will still be cheaper than some of these boneless couch prices.

I wasn’t trying to be rude to you or your heritage, I was just giving someone insight to the mindset of a local while also trying to make a friend. I’m really sorry if I offended you. I’m not a horse. I’m people. I’m hurt by your use of immigrant. I’m a war refugee and a lot of my family died before we were lucky enough to land in nyc. I’m lucky to be alive and I consider myself lucky to count myself as a South Brooklyn chump.

Oh yea! And welcome. Wanna join a book club with me? I’m trying to branch out more socially.

I think you’re “from” whereever you went to school the most in or better put, whereever you grew up in and spent your formative years that defined your worldview.

I’m from NYC and as a native New Yorker, we don’t see anyone as a New Yorker who hasn’t at least gone to high school in nyc. I’m from South Brooklyn specifically. Its a game we play with other natives and we compare schools and talk trash. I won’t see anyone truly as a New Yorker otherwise.

But to not natives, it really doesn’t matter. Be it a month or ten years, it’s the same shit. You know your neighborhood and you keep your head down and do what you need to do to survive. Any other transplant gatekeeping on you can kiss your ass. You wanna be a New Yorker, you’re a New Yorker.

I’m always growing potatoes. Forget about the potatoes under the cupboard and they grow roots. Plant em and you get a barrel of potatoes like 6 months later. Rinse and repeat.

My sister can’t say sea minerals without it sounding like semen roll.