Spoiler alert: This is a pointless rant.
I want to go home.
I hate this constant overcast cold drizzle we've had for weeks.
I hate being an hour away from a mediocre level of entertainment.
I hate resorting to idle chit-chat for socialization because if I speak my mind I will be seen as a two-headed monster.
I hate having to hide my body.
I hate feeling trapped in my house no matter how much property we have.
I hate sites like Facebook being my only connection to the "real world" where the movers and shakers are.
I hate the lack of options of what to do with the kids here.
I hate that if I run out of milk it's an hour to get to the store and back.
I hate that it's Saturday night and our "big date" is to meet up at Buffalo Wild Wings and "see what happens".
I hate that people here don't listen to anything but what's fed to them through local radio.
I hate that I can't leave this town at all until the end of May... not even overnight.
I hate that every day I have to dumb myself down here I can feel my brain cells dying from lack of use.
I hate that everyone around us is so piss-poor that if we want to hang out with friends at all we have to front the cost for EVERYONE.
I hate that we have done this so often that it seems to have become an expectation at this point.
I hate that people around here seem to be along for the free ride and have NO CLUE that somewhere between all the badassery and bravado some of us actually have to WORK for the money they're spending.
Most of all I hate that there's not a god-damned thing I can do about it till mid-summer when we move. I can't even talk about moving because the complicated details involved will hurt, offend, or just strike the selfish bone in everyone around me.
I want to go home.
I want to go home.
I hate this constant overcast cold drizzle we've had for weeks.
I hate being an hour away from a mediocre level of entertainment.
I hate resorting to idle chit-chat for socialization because if I speak my mind I will be seen as a two-headed monster.
I hate having to hide my body.
I hate feeling trapped in my house no matter how much property we have.
I hate sites like Facebook being my only connection to the "real world" where the movers and shakers are.
I hate the lack of options of what to do with the kids here.
I hate that if I run out of milk it's an hour to get to the store and back.
I hate that it's Saturday night and our "big date" is to meet up at Buffalo Wild Wings and "see what happens".
I hate that people here don't listen to anything but what's fed to them through local radio.
I hate that I can't leave this town at all until the end of May... not even overnight.
I hate that every day I have to dumb myself down here I can feel my brain cells dying from lack of use.
I hate that everyone around us is so piss-poor that if we want to hang out with friends at all we have to front the cost for EVERYONE.
I hate that we have done this so often that it seems to have become an expectation at this point.
I hate that people around here seem to be along for the free ride and have NO CLUE that somewhere between all the badassery and bravado some of us actually have to WORK for the money they're spending.
Most of all I hate that there's not a god-damned thing I can do about it till mid-summer when we move. I can't even talk about moving because the complicated details involved will hurt, offend, or just strike the selfish bone in everyone around me.
I want to go home.
deathbyopus:
Hope you are home soon.