I grew up in Don Mills. In my 20s I moved to North Toronto (Yonge/Davisville) to live and work, and stayed 12 years. From there I spent 4 years in Rosedale, and then finally got the hell out of there and have settled a few minutes walk from Yonge/Bloor. Aside from wanting to buy a condo, I otherwise never want to move.
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder... and I think so are a lot of the problems some of you describe. I'm not saying crime and homelessness don't exist, but how is it that I walk the same streets daily and am not discouraged to the point of fleeing? To some extent you accept that big-city living comes with certain drawbacks - just as living in suburban or rural areas will.
How do I deal with the problems? I hate the panhandling, but I don't let it upset me. I acknowledge them, I tell them "no, sorry", and I move on. Big deal.
I see Zanta all over and he's obviously not all there, but he's never bothered me. Mental illness is not going away any time soon and it is hugely important to acknowledge the big part it plays in the number of "characters" we see on the streets. And it is also important to remember how government cutbacks and downloading have contributed to that.
I have never been attacked or robbed. My car has never been vandalized. Not that it won't happen tomorrow, but statistically it doesn't happen often and we on this forum ought to recognize that reality.
I do not love grit. I do not agree that it is or has to be an important part of the city or city living, but I accept that it will likley always be there to a certain extent. But why is no one mentioning the positive parts? This city has so much to offer, and it seems to me that there are more and more efforts to pay attention to the details and clean things up.
I'm sorry if you've had a bad day or a bad week, and when you have, it may be impossible for you to take a positive outlook. But a lot of this is a glass-half-empty-or-half-full issue.
Finally, I have to point one thing out: there really are some people who are victimized more than others. It may have to do with appearance or posture or the areas you choose to frequent at certain times. I'm not blaming the victim, but I'm not sure I believe purely in "bad luck".
I spent a week in Caracas, one of the most dangerous cities in the world. When I got back, one of the first things I did was meet friends (some of you guys!) downtown for a late dinner. When we left the restaurant at midnight, I walked home from King near Bathurst to Yonge/Bloor. I had to do it just because I could - I could walk the streets at night here and know I was relatively safe. That's what living in this lovely, vibrant city is all about to me.