I had hiked from the Hollywood side (meh) and I had been to the Observatory a handful of times (wonderful). I had been to the Greek Theatre, the Autry Museum, and I had even volunteered a trail marathon at the park.
But over the weekend I did something that was amazing and special to me.
Los Angeles is a difficult city to be a part of. I don't mean live in - it's no harder to live here than anywhere else. I mean, save for living in the wilderness or possibly South Central where survival is not a given. Los Angeles doesn't invite you in. Los Angeles doesn't make you feel at home. Los Angeles doesn't offer you tea. This city is immensely lonely even when you are surrounded by 18.5 million people and are never on the freeway or in the grocery store by yourself.
Since I moved here, I haven't made very many friends and many of the ones I have made have since disappeared through some means or another. This isn't just me, this is just L.A. It has happened to everyone I have spoken to about the subject. It's just too easy to get tied up in yourself. Self-centeredness is just a tool for survival. No one looks out for you. No one but you.
I just felt so incredibly small. It's hard to even feel like you matter, because well, you really don't here. Maybe you don't really matter anywhere. Who knows, I'm no philosopher.