I grew up on Long Island, although I dropped the accent like a hot potato when I left home. My brother lived for many years at Lincoln Center. I love NY.
My biggest ”NYer” carryover is that I place a huge high value on time. If you waste my time, that’s the biggest sin, the absolute rudest thing, in my mind. I am pretty much always a little early to everything, so as not to waste the other guy‘s time. Whereas LA people are pretty much always late on account of traffic- they don’t want to waste their own time leaving early in case traffic is bad. But traffic is so frequently bad that they just wind up being late. Whereas I left early, taking traffic into account, so I’m twice as annoyed by it!
I think also in NY you’re raised to understand that the other guy might not be telling you the truth, could be trying to manipulate you- so I think NYers are naturally skeptical. I once commented in jest to my husband that maybe I’m ugly, I had no “me too” moment. He told me it’s because I exude a “don’t *bleep* with me“ attitude. I do? I think that’s the NYer in me.
I also don’t intrude too much in peoples lives, or even think too much about them, which feels like an invasion of privacy to me a little. But I’m pretty much willing to help folks out when they’re in need. I think that’s a NYer trait too- you stay out of peoples business unless it’s obvious they need help, but if they need help for sure you give it.
My brother who had the condo at Lincoln Center died at a young age of a brain tumor. He owned a trading company on the American Stock exchange. He defied every stereotype, was not greedy, was super nice to everyone, mentored newbies in his field, went to church every Sunday. When he got sick and was no longer working, if he ever fell or otherwise needed assistance, multiple people would help him immediately. People in NY are just as nice as anywhere else, underneath the ”don’t waste my time/don’t *bleep* with me” veneer.
Its a great city.