I remember when I first moved to Ontario how much I hated it. We moved from Montreal to this total buttfuck town that had no reason to be buttfuck; it's like 30 minutes outside of Toronto but the people I initially met talked and acted like backwoods skids and basically I just went down the trouble path with that bunch of losers.
I don't know what made me think of this except that I had a dream last night and in it were two of the girls who used to make my life a living hell from the moment I moved here. One was fat as shit, I mean OVERWEIGHT like a hippo in a bakery and had the hairdo of a middle-aged woman who has given up on herself. The other had a slight mongoloid look to her although I don't think she was actually retarded, just a complete asshole with feathered greasy bangs and bad clothes .
I'm not just saying this, they really did look like that. Lots of people had that sort of dirty hick look, not country, just dirty skid. There's a difference.
I tried anyway, fuck, we all need friends, what was I supposed to do? But these people were so fucked that apparently I "talked funny" (I don't know, I guess I knew some grammar or something equally alien, let's face it, someone who says things like "I seen him last night" or "hey, what are youse guys doin' tonight" has no place saying ANYTHING to me) and the boys seemed to liked me which was a death
sentence among insecure teenage girls who really basically are all Hitler to each other anyway.
So yeah, did I hate my teen years? Pretty fucking much. Did I make a lot of bad decisions? Pretty fucking much. Was this town bad news for me? Pretty fucking much. I came here naive as shit and came out of it completely screwed in the bean in my opinion. Fortunately the place is SO buttfuck backwards that I was able to live 10 minutes away for 20 years and never SEE or SPEAK to anyone from that time with zero effort, so that rocked.
30 years later, I'm still 10 minutes away from the place that basically corrupted my emotional development. I'm getting better though, but sometimes I still think about getting away from here.
I'll give you some details and specific stories in the next while.
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3 dirty hippies blowing your mind:
No amount of money in the world could get me to go to back to high school. I'm sure there are people who had a good time, but I definitely didn't. My life right now is far from perfect, but I'm in a much better place and I'm much happier with myself, especially since I left my backwater hometown.
Oh god, I have to deal with people who can barely speak all the time in my city and it drives me INSANE
HEY DERRRRRR is not English.
Same here. Would NOT do it again, EVER.
Hey Derrrr...that's a good one too. Also "Guys"...but it has to be said the same way as Derrrr...I think you have to have heard it to know what I mean. I have a feeling you have though.
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