Life in small towns always comes at you
In little spurts. Those quick flourishes
Of exhilaration that will last
Only a few seconds are followed
By an eternity of boredom
There’s never anything in between
Either your heart pounds with excitement…
Or you’re taking a nap
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I’m a big city boy who has never lived in a small town. After reading this post, I’m kinda happy about that fact.
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I could not wait to get out of the small town when I was young. Now that I am ancient, my slow mind is better suited for the backwoods.
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Haha! So true. That melancholic boredom, it kills me! I strive to always keep a way open through which I can mingle with the busy outside world and the internet is the best one at that!
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I like a small town within driving distance of a city. I do have to admit that I like having many place available to dine out or at least see a movie. I guess I would have to say, “Big cities are a fun place to visit, but I don’t want to live there.”
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Exactly! The price is too much, in the way of nature, for comfort.
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Well Jerry, you have lot of scope for imagination then. Start something new.
Maybe a weekly dance with a village band. They would have to meet and practice
and few people dislike a dance.
Or a book club held in alternative homes….
Get going, boredom is a sin against life I was told when I grew up.😊
miriam
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I grew up in a small town called Wakenda, Missouri and my father always did a dance called the Wakenda Stomp which was quite famous in our neck of the woods.
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I love this, Jerry,… napping is my escape route too.
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I like napping with the television on, then when you are waking up you dream that you are in the show in real life. My favorite is having Star Trek on in the background. I am always Captain Kirk in my dreams. Maybe I’m just weird.
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(haha I love naps)
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Because you know everybody by name, any problem that comes up is also your problem. Thus, the flurry of excitement when someone announces a pregnancy or illness.
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very true. I grew up in a small town.
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Small towns do have their problems but I still prefer them to cities.
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I think you just perfectly described how my town makes me feel :p
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The thing is…I still would not trade the lifestyle for city life again. The entire state of Montana only has a population of one million and it is the 4th largest state in America.
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Oh, I am not a city person, either. But sometimes I wish something more exciting would happen. Like Belle does in Beauty and the Beast, haha!
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Exactly
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Lol… Love this poem, especially the last two lines. Funny but very true.
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Glad you liked it. Now it’s time for a nap. I guess I did not realize how much social media was like small towns. You post something and there is a flurry of likes and comments for a minute and then it’s forgotten.
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small town living needs an adventurous spirit I am thinking, imagining there’s something going to happen just around the bend
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You have to depend on imagination. That’s how you make a gun from a stick, or a story from a pile of words.
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i grew up that way too- everything was transformed!
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