Small Town

The novelty of living in the small town I grew up in has worn off. I almost don't want to leave the house anymore. You see here in my small town there is a strange phenomenon. (It actually isn't that strange, I'm sure it happens in small towns everywhere.) It is a proven fact that you cannot go to the grocery store or the local Walmart without running into at least one person you know. When that person is someone you really care about it's great. When it's someone who you don't really know, but who happens to know your parents it just starts to get awkward.

The problem is that people in small towns are bored, so they feel it is their civic duty to talk to every person in the store they know and ask lots of questions about their lives. This is not always bad, but when you've landed back in town so you can chill out in the southeast corner of you parents estate, it can become tiresome to tell everyone in town about the fact that your life feels like a failure. I don't want to tell my whole life story to a bunch of people I don't really know just because they happen to know my parents!

So, I've made it a goal to make it in and out of the grocery store without having to talk to someone I know. I almost made it the other day. I was literally all the way to my truck when someone called my name. It was my uncle...who doesn't even live in this State...he had just arrived in town to visit my grandma. *Sigh* Better luck next trip.