Get me outta this small town mentality...
Every year I take a break from Chicago, get out of the grime and grit of the city, back to my roots in the country with my family, visit with old high-school friends and detox my lungs a little (as much as a smoker can, I suppose). I leave the lights and action of Chicago to trade in for the sounds of crickets and evenings so black you can actually see the entirety of the milkyway galaxy. I'm not even kidding.
It's good for my soul to get back into the country, be a little redneck, and get lost in the woods for a day, this is where I grew up for the majority of my life, this is where I learned the lessons that shaped me into the person I am, the person that I would like to believe is self-sufficient, strong willed, and opinionated.
But there's one thing about coming back to the country that sucks epic butthole. Small town mentality. Back in Chicago I don't even get a second glance, there's nothing strange or frightening about me. In small-town Maine, I might as well grow a second head and spray paint it hot pink. I'm an alien species out here, and it will not be tolerated. It's as if they think I can't hear the whispers or see them get up and walk somewhere else when I'm near. It's a big disheartening in actuality that because I'm not a blond in heels and a skirt and pink top from the new AE store at the mall, because I have a mohawk and piercings and tattoos and wear black about 97% of the time; I'm not to be trusted, I'm liable to snap and go on a rampage or something.
I love being home, and I love seeing my family and getting the much needed break from Chicago, but good lord above help me tolerate this shit until I can go back to the place that I'm relatively normal.
- Caity
www.thesoundfaction.com
It's good for my soul to get back into the country, be a little redneck, and get lost in the woods for a day, this is where I grew up for the majority of my life, this is where I learned the lessons that shaped me into the person I am, the person that I would like to believe is self-sufficient, strong willed, and opinionated.
But there's one thing about coming back to the country that sucks epic butthole. Small town mentality. Back in Chicago I don't even get a second glance, there's nothing strange or frightening about me. In small-town Maine, I might as well grow a second head and spray paint it hot pink. I'm an alien species out here, and it will not be tolerated. It's as if they think I can't hear the whispers or see them get up and walk somewhere else when I'm near. It's a big disheartening in actuality that because I'm not a blond in heels and a skirt and pink top from the new AE store at the mall, because I have a mohawk and piercings and tattoos and wear black about 97% of the time; I'm not to be trusted, I'm liable to snap and go on a rampage or something.
I love being home, and I love seeing my family and getting the much needed break from Chicago, but good lord above help me tolerate this shit until I can go back to the place that I'm relatively normal.
- Caity
www.thesoundfaction.com