Dear San Franciscan,

You are the homeless 80 year old dad on Market street, drunk at 6 AM, screaming at the wall

You are the 23 year old data engineer who played video games all night, biking to work at 10 AM, and avoiding eye contact as if you were avoiding lethal bullets

You are the blond 26 year old, living in the Marina, you “Oh My God” your girlfriend, you also spend your free time online dating, and you happen to be our favorite start-up’s office manager

You are the founder, who has sacrificed your 20s to seemingly change the world, but ever since you never asked yourself why you are really struggling day and night to keep your company afloat

You are also the founder of an app that does not exist. You drive Lyft in the meantime to pay rent for a shared room, but you heard this is where dreams happen and that’s why you came

You are the VC guy who leads founders on because you do not know what the fuck you are talking about, who is friends with the Techcrunch editor because she is cool — but you don’t know what cool is really

You are the part-time yoga teacher, life coach, healer, polyamorous, bartender who moved to the East Bay because you can’t stay too far from San Francisco

You are the mother who can barely afford childcare, yet you show up every day, because you do have your shit together. You run teams, make shit happen, yet you are exhausted and still run your 10 miles every morning

You are the fantasy writer, the odd musician, the immigrant painter, the hopeless romantic, the wedding photographer, who left San Francisco because you cannot afford your morning cup of tea, because you refused to sell your soul, and because you do not give a fuck about monetization or scaling

You are the guy always on his phone, the girl who is into meditation because it’s trending on Product Hunt

You are the unhappy couple who stayed together to afford rent

You are the native San Franciscan, who does not recognize her city

You are the alcoholic who is in denial, because it’s only beer

You are the dog lover, because it’s lonely and your dog gives a fuck about you unlike your next door neighbor

You are what’s left in San Francisco

You are ALL these people and ALL these people are you

You are these stereotypes, and you are none of them

You want it different. You complain. Even worse you become complacent

You point fingers when your fingers are not on your i-phone

But my dear San Franciscan, this city is yours

You are responsible for its beauty and demise

Wake up and begin to love it

For love is understanding

Love is attention

Love is acceptance

Love breeds positive change

Love breeds more love

SO stop fucking ignoring your people and most importantly ignoring yourself