That’s the pattern:
The first couple years you’re starry-eyed with the amazing architecture and restaurants.
Some time passes and the parking tickets start to really bug you.
Some more time passes and you notice the bums, needles and POO POO a whole lot.
Some more time passes and then it gets so you don’t care if a Victorian-owning tech King-pin were to shovel ThaiCoconutLemongrassMintPeanutSoup into your mouth gratis all day in the SoMa —you just don’t care.
“JUST MAKE THE POO-POO GO AWAY...!”
San Francisco is just fine, it’s phalanxes of LIBERAL, FILTH-LOVING PEOPLE who f*ck it all up.
Tattoos
Weird sex
Poo poo
Constant talk of white people being responsible for everything bad
Crime tolerance
High-handed begging, more like ordering
Needles
Nihilistic ways of thinking:
SF has a LOT of devotees of those things and beyond an inflection point it all combines to overwhelm SF’s many beautiful aspects.