The Loss of Innocence...
(This is something that keeps coming to mind... it's going to hopefully be a work in progress- as I type it may turn into a "small town" thing... really don't know at this point, just feels good to be writing!! As I go on, think I'm going to have to turn this into 2 different entries)
Maybe it's just me growing older, more worldly and *hopefully* wiser, but in the last two years of my life, I have lost my innocence.
Thinking about the subject, I thought I would have lost it at an early age. I have watched my best friend succumb to Leukemia, a couple guys I grew up with pass in freak and, also totally avoidable accidents and somebody I should have reached out to more choose to take his own life. I came home from a 16th birthday weekend to think that my family home had been robbed, only to find out that my Dad was moving out. Shortly before my 18th birthday I found out that my Parents divorce was final. I had found that my "first love" was a compulsive liar and not who he had said he was to be. I followed suit with a string of guys who were, to say the least, lacking on the moral standards. I had learned a lot of lessons from guys who whispered "Please, don't ever leave me". (Please, don't see this as a sob story as I carry my passed friends lives in my heart as a life lesson and same to the guys that have wronged me and also taught me.)
It wasn't until I was 24 that I truly lost my innocence and true to form; I'll write too much and go too far into detail. But that's my form.
There's soo many good things that I can say about living in a small town, that I hate to shed a negative outlook on one. I think the biggest and also best negative about living in a small town, is that there are no secrets. I live outside of a town of 750~. So small that the first week I lived here I went to the Post Office because I realized I had gotten the forwarding address wrong- I walked in there and the Post Master knew who I was and what I had done wrong. Lesson learned- there are NO secrets or surprises in a small town. The best "negative" about living in a small town, is that it should keep you honest.
I started working at a Plant close to home dang near a year ago and I have to say that I love my job. Not that I'm required to say that I love my job, but I really do love what I do. If I do complain about the stress or hours, it's just because I'm becoming exhausted and need a break. It's the best company that I have ever worked for as far as pay/benefits/what I want to do with my life. The only downside is that it's a huge part of where my innocence has gone...
Again, it goes back to living in a small town where everybody knows everything about your life, or at least they make assumptions based on speculation.
(...Just realized that I would eventually like to post this as a blog outside of my LJ friends and need to re-think so things I was about to say... as far as my work-life goes!)
Maybe it's just me growing older, more worldly and *hopefully* wiser, but in the last two years of my life, I have lost my innocence.
Thinking about the subject, I thought I would have lost it at an early age. I have watched my best friend succumb to Leukemia, a couple guys I grew up with pass in freak and, also totally avoidable accidents and somebody I should have reached out to more choose to take his own life. I came home from a 16th birthday weekend to think that my family home had been robbed, only to find out that my Dad was moving out. Shortly before my 18th birthday I found out that my Parents divorce was final. I had found that my "first love" was a compulsive liar and not who he had said he was to be. I followed suit with a string of guys who were, to say the least, lacking on the moral standards. I had learned a lot of lessons from guys who whispered "Please, don't ever leave me". (Please, don't see this as a sob story as I carry my passed friends lives in my heart as a life lesson and same to the guys that have wronged me and also taught me.)
It wasn't until I was 24 that I truly lost my innocence and true to form; I'll write too much and go too far into detail. But that's my form.
There's soo many good things that I can say about living in a small town, that I hate to shed a negative outlook on one. I think the biggest and also best negative about living in a small town, is that there are no secrets. I live outside of a town of 750~. So small that the first week I lived here I went to the Post Office because I realized I had gotten the forwarding address wrong- I walked in there and the Post Master knew who I was and what I had done wrong. Lesson learned- there are NO secrets or surprises in a small town. The best "negative" about living in a small town, is that it should keep you honest.
I started working at a Plant close to home dang near a year ago and I have to say that I love my job. Not that I'm required to say that I love my job, but I really do love what I do. If I do complain about the stress or hours, it's just because I'm becoming exhausted and need a break. It's the best company that I have ever worked for as far as pay/benefits/what I want to do with my life. The only downside is that it's a huge part of where my innocence has gone...
Again, it goes back to living in a small town where everybody knows everything about your life, or at least they make assumptions based on speculation.
(...Just realized that I would eventually like to post this as a blog outside of my LJ friends and need to re-think so things I was about to say... as far as my work-life goes!)