Ask me why...
I loathe all social interaction. How I have functioned for almost 20 years is entirely beyond me.
Work is "good", or as good as it can be. Between Lance's, Dallas, fucking moving which took forever, and getting my college applications in, I have had so little time to make room for social interaction of any sort that I remembered how little I actually require it to be happy.
I'm sorry, but simply sitting around high and watching Aqua Teen Hungerforce, talking about how high we're going to get tomorrow, stopped cutting it for me ever since I stopped being 16 and an idiot.
My aspirations, both career-wise and spiritually, will in fact require me to not just work at Wendy's my whole life and actually GET OUT OF FUCKING OHIO, THE ASSHOLE OF THE UNITED STATES, like everyone else here seems so content to do. I understand when it's a financial matter, but there are still ways to get out, and I run around like a preacher with my head cut off trying to recruit everyone to be saved and pursue some sort of fulfilling existence elsewhere. Maybe that's a lost cause--I don't know. I just can't understand that "WHELP I MEAN IT'S NOT GREAT BUT THERE'S A WALMART HERE, G'HYUCK, AND THE LEAVES ARE PRETTY INTHE FALL AND MM-MMM SKYLINE FUCKING CHILI!!IT TASTES LIKE HORSESHIT, BUT GODDAMN IF I'M NOT TOO NOSTALGIC TO MOVE AWAY FROM IT!!"
I can't relate to that. In fact, I refuse to.
Kathy Y. Wilson has written several columns regarding how, if you leave a place like Cincinnati and refuse to stay and help (or at least try to help) the city, that if you're not even trying to make a difference, then how can the city grow? How can things get any better, progress? I agree with that. Children flee from Cincinnati, that much is true. But they flee much like flies from a frozen pile of dung--what's the point? Any effort I could make in this near lost-cause of a city, short of becoming mayor, would be but a drop of piss into the toilet of our collective discontent. And furthermore, what is there here that I WANT to save? It seems to me that some Cinci loyals view it as a fallen kingdom, as a town that was once some shining beacon of a metropolis, but in all reality and truth, it's the same riot ridden pit of low expectations, riots and poverty and dissatisfaction that it was a couple centuries ago. It's a piece of shit, and it always has been; sorry. I would put myself to much better use on a national level, which I plan to do. We're on the verge of a national meltdown, and I want to help where it would mean something.
In all seriousness: every last woman for her fucking self.
If it's not too selfish, I'm going to go ahead and say that I'm done with everyone in this fucking black hole of a town.
Work is "good", or as good as it can be. Between Lance's, Dallas, fucking moving which took forever, and getting my college applications in, I have had so little time to make room for social interaction of any sort that I remembered how little I actually require it to be happy.
I'm sorry, but simply sitting around high and watching Aqua Teen Hungerforce, talking about how high we're going to get tomorrow, stopped cutting it for me ever since I stopped being 16 and an idiot.
My aspirations, both career-wise and spiritually, will in fact require me to not just work at Wendy's my whole life and actually GET OUT OF FUCKING OHIO, THE ASSHOLE OF THE UNITED STATES, like everyone else here seems so content to do. I understand when it's a financial matter, but there are still ways to get out, and I run around like a preacher with my head cut off trying to recruit everyone to be saved and pursue some sort of fulfilling existence elsewhere. Maybe that's a lost cause--I don't know. I just can't understand that "WHELP I MEAN IT'S NOT GREAT BUT THERE'S A WALMART HERE, G'HYUCK, AND THE LEAVES ARE PRETTY INTHE FALL AND MM-MMM SKYLINE FUCKING CHILI!!IT TASTES LIKE HORSESHIT, BUT GODDAMN IF I'M NOT TOO NOSTALGIC TO MOVE AWAY FROM IT!!"
I can't relate to that. In fact, I refuse to.
Kathy Y. Wilson has written several columns regarding how, if you leave a place like Cincinnati and refuse to stay and help (or at least try to help) the city, that if you're not even trying to make a difference, then how can the city grow? How can things get any better, progress? I agree with that. Children flee from Cincinnati, that much is true. But they flee much like flies from a frozen pile of dung--what's the point? Any effort I could make in this near lost-cause of a city, short of becoming mayor, would be but a drop of piss into the toilet of our collective discontent. And furthermore, what is there here that I WANT to save? It seems to me that some Cinci loyals view it as a fallen kingdom, as a town that was once some shining beacon of a metropolis, but in all reality and truth, it's the same riot ridden pit of low expectations, riots and poverty and dissatisfaction that it was a couple centuries ago. It's a piece of shit, and it always has been; sorry. I would put myself to much better use on a national level, which I plan to do. We're on the verge of a national meltdown, and I want to help where it would mean something.
In all seriousness: every last woman for her fucking self.
If it's not too selfish, I'm going to go ahead and say that I'm done with everyone in this fucking black hole of a town.