It's time for the annual:
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING IN NEW ENGLAND?
And I don't simply mean that in reference to the weather. No, I don't. I simply mean that there truly is a different culture here, and I often feel very alien to it. Even here at college. Most of the people who go here are from New England, and I'm not. Sometimes I get tired of people who have never stood in a corn-field and actually think cow-tipping is a myth. (It's a horrible thing to do, but it's not a myth.) I don't think that barbeque is that hard a concept to understand, and I don't even like it. People honestly think that topography flatter than a pancake is a joke. Also, they have no idea what clogging is. They are completely inept at making Mexican food.
Not that there aren't very nice things about New England. For instance, it has an awfully nice focus on ice cream. I don't know why, but all of New England seems to be obsessed with ice cream. I'm in. It's fully of pretty preppy people who appear to be very smart and it has tons of prestigious colleges. But a few weeks ago I was telling some people about the first time I went barnswinging and they had no idea what I was talking about.
It's really easy to pretend Kansas City isn't part of the midwest. At least, Kansas City thinks it's really easy to pretend it isn't part of the midwest. Brookside pretends it's part of France all the time. But I haven't relatively spent that much time in Kansas City, and in any case it knows at heart that it is a cattle town that tried and failed to turn into New Orleans, but still pretends it could be possible if it closed it's eyes and thought hard enough. I spent half my life on the border of Arkansas, and the other half was split between Texas and Tennessee. Most of my childhood memories are from Texas. I don't see any way I could be regarded as anything close to belonging in New England.
Not that I am unhappy to be here. Not that at all. It's not that I even miss the cornfields and prairie grass all that much. It's just that I understand them. I feel a connection with them. That's all.
And I don't simply mean that in reference to the weather. No, I don't. I simply mean that there truly is a different culture here, and I often feel very alien to it. Even here at college. Most of the people who go here are from New England, and I'm not. Sometimes I get tired of people who have never stood in a corn-field and actually think cow-tipping is a myth. (It's a horrible thing to do, but it's not a myth.) I don't think that barbeque is that hard a concept to understand, and I don't even like it. People honestly think that topography flatter than a pancake is a joke. Also, they have no idea what clogging is. They are completely inept at making Mexican food.
Not that there aren't very nice things about New England. For instance, it has an awfully nice focus on ice cream. I don't know why, but all of New England seems to be obsessed with ice cream. I'm in. It's fully of pretty preppy people who appear to be very smart and it has tons of prestigious colleges. But a few weeks ago I was telling some people about the first time I went barnswinging and they had no idea what I was talking about.
It's really easy to pretend Kansas City isn't part of the midwest. At least, Kansas City thinks it's really easy to pretend it isn't part of the midwest. Brookside pretends it's part of France all the time. But I haven't relatively spent that much time in Kansas City, and in any case it knows at heart that it is a cattle town that tried and failed to turn into New Orleans, but still pretends it could be possible if it closed it's eyes and thought hard enough. I spent half my life on the border of Arkansas, and the other half was split between Texas and Tennessee. Most of my childhood memories are from Texas. I don't see any way I could be regarded as anything close to belonging in New England.
Not that I am unhappy to be here. Not that at all. It's not that I even miss the cornfields and prairie grass all that much. It's just that I understand them. I feel a connection with them. That's all.