This is the third time I have moved to this town. The first time was exciting, the second a return, and the third a sentence to remain. I have come into my own in the time away, and I now feel a bit more at home in 'myself'. I am who I am, and must make the most of what was given to me.
This town depresses me so. There is little to nothing to really do here excluding drinking the day away. Be drunk before two in the afternoon and sleep the rest of the time away. What is there to life in this god forsaken place?
I talk as if this were hell, and to some extent it is. I was born in a small town, I spent the majority of my childhood in a small town, and here I am wasting away the younger adult years in a medium sized mediocre town. Evangelicals, Baptists, Catholics. They are all here, and they all are out to convert.
Why the sudden break to religion you ask. How better to get a view of an area as per its religious background? I live in a state that has been said state for only one-hundred years now. Take a look at New York and see the original religious preferences. Over time they become lax and not as crazed and zealous. Sure there are those who break this idea, but consider the bigger picture. This state has the constant of religious activity that looks down on 'life'. It provides a scapegoat for people to throw all their fears upon.
I digress, though. This post is more about feeling as if you are wasting your time somewhere you should not be. A big fish in a small pond per se. The larger the pond the bigger the fish is able to grow. I am that fish, and this town is my pond.
All I want is the best for our lives my dear,
and you know my wishes are sincere.
Whats to say for the days I cannot bare?
A Sunday Smile
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