UGH!
Lard how I hate Topeka! (And most Topekans….except for my close Beautiful Mutant Freak Friends, you know who you are)
I dont know what the hell is wrong with some people in this town, but I think tht they really need to get out and go see other places.
““Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.” ― Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad”
I was born and raised in Topeka, but i sure as hell havn;t STAYED in Topeka. Most of you that know me in real life know that I have traveled around the globe a few times, lived in other cities states and countries, and regrettably, ended up back in Topeka: Worst mistake Ive ever made in my life was coming back to this shithole backwoods back water shallow end of the gene pool.
Make no mistake, Ive got some great friends here and know a few awesome people here. But theres something about Topeka, like a major mass case of Dunning-Kruger effect. So many people just have no idea of how ignorant they are of the real world. And theres a sort of fear and jealousy they have towards people who HAVE escaped the gravity and suck of topeka.
Im kinda bummed because this year, a “vacation” that Ive made for the last few years to the East Coast just isnt going to happen for me. The faits have conspired to make it just….not….tenable this year. And certain things have come up, or are looking over the horizon at me; issues that I really should just stick around here and deal with. Bummer. But oh well. There will be other chances and escapes.
So you bunch of rubes, hillbillies and inbred slackjawed troglodytes are stuck with me.
I truly wish that a lot of you could find a way to go out and see the rest of the world. You would come back to Topeka (Or not?) and have an entirely different outlook, and maybe wouldn’t be so uptight, with that giant stick up your ass and a psychotic obsession to just find a little niche to be a fierce petty-tyrant in: A little man with a little stick and a molehill to guard so you can spend the rest of your life in Topeka swinging your little stick as fast and hard as you can at anyone that you perceive as upsetting YOUR applecart. (Or invading YOUR little molehill)