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After I wrote a scathing group of paragraphs detailing how much I hate holidays and how celebrating the anniversary of anything is stupid and trivial crap to keep you busy, I had a change of heart.
I also faced a boring four day weekend, so I deleted the post and decided to go on a trip.
Easy for me to feel high and mighty about my ideals when I've been hiding out in the desert. It occurred to me that I haven't left my small town in two full years. I grabbed my car keys and some travel happy sponges. It was time to test the social atrophy out.
I avoided the highways, only taking small roads through tiny towns, viewing the old America that thrived before the interstate system was built. Despite the abandoned downtown buildings, rusted out cars, twenty mile per hour speed limits without the danger of any traffic on the roads, there was something deeply romantic about the forgotten country.
The people I saw and met along the way were all as genuine as one can be. Their goals weren't high, and though that life seems depressing, their demands of life were satisfied. Can't ask for much more than that.
Then I met up with family. They only wanted to talk about sports and the weather. For three days. Not one intelligent conversation. I was only saved by my new sister in law who brought a large cache of weed from Colorado. We ate, drank, then parted ways.
It was nice to go home on a new route. Different tiny towns and different back roads. I saw seven dead deer, two living deer, thirteen dead skunks which made my car smell more interesting for forty seconds, two dead dogs, a sad thing for the holiday, one cat, and a gopher who decided to walk instead of dig. Big mistake for that fluffy creature. But in the country, roadkill doesn't get cleaned up or removed. They become food for other animals.
There were also bugs on my windshield. That's not something I see every day.
And still throughout, the people I met were all the best. Let's not forget, amidst all of our fighting, these are the Americana that make this place. The forgotten counties in the forgotten states. We don't understand this because too many are crammed together. That's why we feel the pressure around us constantly. There's not enough space in the convenient urban centers. Not enough room to create your own ideas and explore thoughts. Just your busy life working and consuming.
If you feel any of that, please take a little trip and stay off the main path. The world is still a beautiful place, you just have to look for it.
Easy for me to feel high and mighty about my ideals when I've been hiding out in the desert. It occurred to me that I haven't left my small town in two full years. I grabbed my car keys and some travel happy sponges. It was time to test the social atrophy out.
I avoided the highways, only taking small roads through tiny towns, viewing the old America that thrived before the interstate system was built. Despite the abandoned downtown buildings, rusted out cars, twenty mile per hour speed limits without the danger of any traffic on the roads, there was something deeply romantic about the forgotten country.
The people I saw and met along the way were all as genuine as one can be. Their goals weren't high, and though that life seems depressing, their demands of life were satisfied. Can't ask for much more than that.
Then I met up with family. They only wanted to talk about sports and the weather. For three days. Not one intelligent conversation. I was only saved by my new sister in law who brought a large cache of weed from Colorado. We ate, drank, then parted ways.
It was nice to go home on a new route. Different tiny towns and different back roads. I saw seven dead deer, two living deer, thirteen dead skunks which made my car smell more interesting for forty seconds, two dead dogs, a sad thing for the holiday, one cat, and a gopher who decided to walk instead of dig. Big mistake for that fluffy creature. But in the country, roadkill doesn't get cleaned up or removed. They become food for other animals.
There were also bugs on my windshield. That's not something I see every day.
And still throughout, the people I met were all the best. Let's not forget, amidst all of our fighting, these are the Americana that make this place. The forgotten counties in the forgotten states. We don't understand this because too many are crammed together. That's why we feel the pressure around us constantly. There's not enough space in the convenient urban centers. Not enough room to create your own ideas and explore thoughts. Just your busy life working and consuming.
If you feel any of that, please take a little trip and stay off the main path. The world is still a beautiful place, you just have to look for it.
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