I was born in a small town. (This is not the beginning of a Mellencamp recital. Come back.) I was raised in a small town. I was enrolled in Girl Guides in a small town. I give you this as background material
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i, too, would have tried to return the crutch to it's old harpy owner. it's called trying to be nice, and *gasp* helpful?!?!?! some people just don't appreciate nice people like yourself.
So you have people who bitch and moan that teenagers don't have manners. But then you have people who seem to find manners personally offensive. -_- For what it's worth, I would have done the same thing. I think most people would have tried to give her the damn crutch back.
A short story, for Susan to read/blatantly ignore:
Once there was a girl, whom we will call Betty. Betty was a bit of a dreamer: always had been. She dreamed of traveling, seeing the world. But one fateful day, one of her friends asked her where she wanted to be living in twenty years. She closed her eyes and replied, "Right here." Now, this friend of Betty's decided that Betty was certifiably crazy. Why would anyone stay in a place like Chilliwack? This friend, coincidentally, happens to be Betty's polar opposite. She needs to be displaced, and as soon as she graduates she'll probably head for Italy or France or even Mexico, as long as it's far away from where she grew up. But our protagonist, Betty, knows that she's different. She was born in a small town. She can breathe in a small town. And she'll probably, one day, die in a small town, just like John Cougar Mellancamp, without the money or the hit songs. Her heart lies in a small town. It's just the way we are, honey.
That's exactly how I feel. I am in love with Chilliwack and small towns like it. Every day I am astounded by the beauty around us... a half hour drive to Harrison, where the water is so beautifully blue... a ten minute drive to cultus, where one can dive in at the crack of dawn into a warm, still, breathtakingly gorgeous lake. A five minute drive to the fraser river trail, where one can dangle their toes in the water, frolick with their dogs on the banks, and spot eagles, herons, and even a horseback rider now and then. And simply a look out the window to a gorgeous mountain view, with snowy peaks contrasting against the bright sky. It is so amazing to live here, I can't imagine living anywhere else.
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So you have people who bitch and moan that teenagers don't have manners. But then you have people who seem to find manners personally offensive. -_- For what it's worth, I would have done the same thing. I think most people would have tried to give her the damn crutch back.
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Once there was a girl, whom we will call Betty. Betty was a bit of a dreamer: always had been. She dreamed of traveling, seeing the world. But one fateful day, one of her friends asked her where she wanted to be living in twenty years. She closed her eyes and replied, "Right here."
Now, this friend of Betty's decided that Betty was certifiably crazy. Why would anyone stay in a place like Chilliwack? This friend, coincidentally, happens to be Betty's polar opposite. She needs to be displaced, and as soon as she graduates she'll probably head for Italy or France or even Mexico, as long as it's far away from where she grew up.
But our protagonist, Betty, knows that she's different. She was born in a small town. She can breathe in a small town. And she'll probably, one day, die in a small town, just like John Cougar Mellancamp, without the money or the hit songs. Her heart lies in a small town.
It's just the way we are, honey.
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... and then lobbed it halfway down the next block. >:)
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