You're not supposed to say that about the town you live in, especially if you've lived in it, give or take, for most of your adult life.
Or if you've bought thousands of dollars of furniture upon your return to the town once you got a job and could afford it, thinking this was where you were going to end up as an old person.
I DON'T WANT TO END UP HERE.
With all of my heart, I don't.
SELF, GET ME OUT OF HERE. GET ME OUT.
GET ME OUT.
GET ME OUT.
GET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A 10/2/17 post-script to the above: Jesus! I had no idea I felt that strongly about it while in my cups! Sober, I don't feel quite that strongly. Dilemma: Listen to sober or drunk self about true feelings?? :) Honestly, I don't remember writing the above. There are minor day-to-day irritations, and I certainly don't have any connection to Austin today, as I once did in the '80s --- the town has changed drastically and become drastically generic at its core, with only the veneer of its once-funky self... I guess I do hate it now. Used to be cheap and funky. Today, it's super-expensive (thanks to influx of tech people) and pretending to be funky. Do I hate it because it's truly lost its charm or because I'm too old to compete for anything in its future? I am truly upset that at 50K per year, I cannot live in a decent place.
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