well just read an article about the town i grew up in for a big chunk of my life and i tell you what small town living is not as cracked up to be and growing up there can either break you or make you or a combination of the two.
I’m sorry but i can only speak for myself but my hometown is not that great (im sorry guys but no), too small everyone knows everyone and all their businnes no matter how much you try to keep it well private and everybody knows who is dating who. it neither rocks or sucks.
in my opinion dearies nothing against small town living or suburban living, for this witch its not and wasn’t a happy experience. at the time i was at odds with everyone, didnt fit stuck out like a sore thumb. Small town living isnt for everyone. To be honsent moving out was one of the best things i could have done i havent even been back and never looked back.
in some ways i do have an old soul but not in the ways most people think. I dont want the small town i dont need that i had that and i hated it. it kind of fourced me to see who i really am and why i didnt fit in those all those super nice folks, the normalcly of it all is not comforablte the boxed up feeling.
and at times suffocateing, ive thought about going back there maybe starting a family (and yes At one time i did think i would go back and start a family there and have kids in the school system there) but not anymore cant stand it the thought of it. my cousins were teased (or so says a family member), Yet i defend them and stood up for their grandma (my uncle’s mom love that woman to bits). Knowing that but not knowing if it were true or not. And knowing that I am the way i am with the colorful hair and the witchy wiccan pagany ways, my kids when i do have them would be builled for the mere fact that their different and their mom is different and that their dad is different well in the future tense of it all mind you. And in all honesty i dont give a flying fuck who you think you are you make fun of someone or their kids you need something checked out in your brain pan.
i didnt belong, and it was made known that i didnt, by the name calling the bulling being pushed around in elemarty school, then just for wearing a native amercain inspired bracelet being called a Navajo with a strong inpsahes on the last two sysables of the word as “ho” by a high schooler and a few others in the same grade thinking it was funny as fuck. it hurt me it cut deep it made me cry when i got home that just for the mere fact that i am 8th Cherokee, i feel connected to them my cherokee ancators and that someone would make fun of another tribe and make fun of me for wearing something that i thought was beautiful.
i know the whole thing “oh kids will be kids its what they do”. No the fuck it isnt im soul sick of people sayig oh kids will be kids or boys will be boys, its not ok to make fun of someone just for that or to push around someone who is fucking different. This is why i will say small town living is not all it cracked up to be, we must see that kids can be mean little assholes to other kids. no matter what age they are, they need to be raised right and told hey its not ok to bully someone for being different or liking something that is different what they like, and to stand up for not only themselves but for others as well.
some people love the small towns that they live in more power to ya happy for ya but its not for everyone and that includes myself.
thats just my thoughts on the matter and everything