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People drift home and drift apart. Hopefully that is less true than it sounds.
From here I can see the filing cabinet that's full of all the paper stuffs from the political crap my family decided to get involved in that forced us out here to the middle of nowhere. I should take a look at it. It could be interesting. Or perhaps not. Funny how the words "District Six" will forever leave a feeling of regret and anger in my heart.
My parents are trying to get me to mix my kool-aid with artificial sugar. I tell them it tastes funny, and they say I'll get used to it. The best way I can describe the funny taste it leaves is that it tastes blue. Not the good kind of blue like blue raspberry... but an evil, ominous sort of blue. Eh, whatever... I can't really describe it.
I can't bring myself to hate the 3A busline... even though it really is the reason I'm here. It was a convenient bus... it was just one street too far over. Instead, I have grown to hate politics more than I did before. Not just city or any sort of government politics... but smaller-scale politics, too. Or maybe I just hate corruption in politics. But, then, it's difficult to have uncorrupt politics. It really doesn't exist. It'd be nice if it could... but as James Madison wrote in Federalist #10, "men are not angels." And politics are run by men. And for clarification, I use the term men to refer to humanity in general. Screw the femi-nazis. I will use the word "men" as I please, and not mean it as degrading to women. It's not *my* fault the English language allows the word "men" to mean "men and women."
So that's what this place is... a home away from corruption. Or, that's what it's meant to be. I don't know about everyone else, but I don't think this is a fair price to pay for a so-called lack of corruption. Especially since intra-family politics are corrupt, too... just less so than larger organizations. Besides... this once-ideal middle-of-nowhere is fast turning into an unofficial suburb of Eau Claire. And once that's the case... I don't think the move was quite worth it. Granted, we have lakeshore property now, but it's a lake so full of the runoff from nearby farms that it's often covered in algae. Better than Como Lake, granted.... but not by much. Personally, I preferred my old environment on the edge of the city so that it could pretend to be in a suburb if it wanted to to this environment where a small town is trying desperately to be more hospitable and suburb-like. Maybe I'd like it better here if I grew up here... but as it is, it's just a pathetic attempt at imitating my old neighborhood without the feeling that I'm part of the community.
You know what, I'd be more than happy to give up this isolated, sheltered environment if it meant I could be nearer to the people I care about. And I don't just say this out of spite... I say it out of experience. I've lived both ways, and I prefer it as it used to be.
~Kirideth
From here I can see the filing cabinet that's full of all the paper stuffs from the political crap my family decided to get involved in that forced us out here to the middle of nowhere. I should take a look at it. It could be interesting. Or perhaps not. Funny how the words "District Six" will forever leave a feeling of regret and anger in my heart.
My parents are trying to get me to mix my kool-aid with artificial sugar. I tell them it tastes funny, and they say I'll get used to it. The best way I can describe the funny taste it leaves is that it tastes blue. Not the good kind of blue like blue raspberry... but an evil, ominous sort of blue. Eh, whatever... I can't really describe it.
I can't bring myself to hate the 3A busline... even though it really is the reason I'm here. It was a convenient bus... it was just one street too far over. Instead, I have grown to hate politics more than I did before. Not just city or any sort of government politics... but smaller-scale politics, too. Or maybe I just hate corruption in politics. But, then, it's difficult to have uncorrupt politics. It really doesn't exist. It'd be nice if it could... but as James Madison wrote in Federalist #10, "men are not angels." And politics are run by men. And for clarification, I use the term men to refer to humanity in general. Screw the femi-nazis. I will use the word "men" as I please, and not mean it as degrading to women. It's not *my* fault the English language allows the word "men" to mean "men and women."
So that's what this place is... a home away from corruption. Or, that's what it's meant to be. I don't know about everyone else, but I don't think this is a fair price to pay for a so-called lack of corruption. Especially since intra-family politics are corrupt, too... just less so than larger organizations. Besides... this once-ideal middle-of-nowhere is fast turning into an unofficial suburb of Eau Claire. And once that's the case... I don't think the move was quite worth it. Granted, we have lakeshore property now, but it's a lake so full of the runoff from nearby farms that it's often covered in algae. Better than Como Lake, granted.... but not by much. Personally, I preferred my old environment on the edge of the city so that it could pretend to be in a suburb if it wanted to to this environment where a small town is trying desperately to be more hospitable and suburb-like. Maybe I'd like it better here if I grew up here... but as it is, it's just a pathetic attempt at imitating my old neighborhood without the feeling that I'm part of the community.
You know what, I'd be more than happy to give up this isolated, sheltered environment if it meant I could be nearer to the people I care about. And I don't just say this out of spite... I say it out of experience. I've lived both ways, and I prefer it as it used to be.
~Kirideth
