Well let me
get this straight here before all the big mouths start doing what they know best.
There’s a love/hate relationship for everyone with the town/ city he grew up
in. So after being a recluse for most of my teenage years keeping myself to
myself and having only a few friends, I always dreamed of leaving this town. So
I did.
After
finishing high-school I went away for studies. Though I never really got
homesick, I did miss some faces and wished they were there with me to drink
coffee, chain smoke, get stupidly drunk, fail miserably and get back on track
again.
Well, these
years passed now and I returned in Athens GR. The city, which everyone where I
was had visited and loved or wished they visit some day in the future. My reply
to their questions about the city was mostly the same, “it’s quite alright, I
guess”.
Now I’m
here experiencing the adult life, have my own cubicle, screen and headset
stressing more than I should for the worth of it and at the same time trying to
find a job in the “field of my expertise”.
But every day I find myself cursing and thinking that instead of walking in the streets I’m just floating in a sea of nut jobs and “wise” fucks, that they only thing they’ve figured out is how to lie to themselves and not giving a fuck about anything else but their own precious little lives, while their own little lives have turned to monsters and are ready to devour them at any moment.
From the
way they’ll scoff and hiss if you ask them to wait for you to exit the
bus/metro before they get on, to the way they’ll make way for you if you want
to walk faster on the sidewalk. It’s either that a) they were born with the
curse of a pair of panties scratching and annoying their genitals 24/7 for
their whole life, b) they ended up burying their dreams and becoming another
cliché but still hold on to their biggest of dreams but in an arrogant way or
c) maybe it’s just me.
But on the
other hand, every week or so you discover all the little things you like but
never had a clue about. Like little joints or coffee shops, record stores,
streets, graffiti art, people. And after you discovering these you think,
“meh…it might not even that bad as I imagined”. But then one day BOOM! An
asshole thing comes to sweep you off your feet and land you back in reality and
make you in a way appreciate more these little things.
Anyway, as
you’ve imagined this will be something a lot like a Carrie Bradshaw column
minus the sex and relationship advice and more about what gets on my nerves in
this city. Hopefully it’ll be monthly, giving myself the time and opportunity
to gather all the information needed to write it all down for you to understand
better and hopefully relate. Because every town has its assholes, every town
has its weird and fucked up days, every town has its nut-jobs and every town
has its perks.
