There are also videos of people randomly driving across rural America and the conditions people live under are eye-opening. Crumbling roads, crumbling houses, crumbling businesses, and everything’s miles away with a sole Dollar General as the town’s grocer.
You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!
I’m from the middle of nowhere, Amerika. It’s so much worse than many people know.
If you don’t mind, would you mind describing it? I’ve heard about the meth problem and the crumbling roads, but never a direct firsthand account of what it is like to live in rural America.
The area I lived in is so backwoods it doesn’t have a true name, it borders a town and a village (yes, a village). They’re both about 20 minute drives in opposite directions.
All along the highway from nowhere to somewhere, you’ll find abandoned gas stations and grocery stores overtaken by local foliage and critters of the dark. Cows every now and then with barbed wire fences cordoning off hundreds and hundreds of acres of land, usually owned by some disgustingly rich drunk old guy no one’s seen in years.
In each town, everyone knows everyone. It was hard to stay anonymous even countywide – many, many times my last name indicated to others that they knew my family. Due to living in a borderland, I was given an option of two different high schools I could attend, in either direction. They’re both horrific, though I will say the one I attended had cool teachers. My graduating class had ~20 students in it, that being the entire senior class of my high school.
It is a very different feeling to living in a city. I did not have neighbors less than a mile away. 90% of the roads I drove were not paved. I spent my childhood in extreme isolation. I used the internet to escape it, the very, very slow internet. It took me a month to download World of Warcraft, and I played the shit out of it, 500 ping or otherwise (I considered 200 was stable!!).
We had DSL until maybe 2013. I grew up with a box computer, box TV, VHSs, all that old shit. Regular blackouts. School closed regularly because winter was utterly deadly – who is going to plow a dirt road? Summer was just as deadly for different reasons.
We had a different relationship with guns. Gunshots were something you heard regularly, wherever you were, because folk were out hunting. It was normal. I remember, even, one time a classmate in 3rd grade brought (with his father) a deer he killed on the back of a pickup, and when he arrived he was holding his hunting rifle. This alarmed absolutely no one, including myself.
We had prayer circles at school every Sunday. We’d gather around the flag and pray for the soldiers and shit. Pledge of allegiance every day, of course.
Area was 99% white, and SOMEHOW the fuckers managed to get the black folk situated in the only part of that shithole that could be reasonably called a “ghetto”. How the fuck.
I miss being able to fuck off into the woods and know that I was alone with nature. Nobody could mess with me because there was nobody. Nobody but the trees, squirrels, spiders and deer.
Every other person has at least tried meth. I haven’t, but I’ve had the opportunity on multiple occasions. I’ve seen what that shit does to houses when people mix incorrectly. I’m good, I’ll stick with green. Cannabis can’t annihilate you quite so dramatically.
There were homeless folk. Everybody knew them, but no one wanted to help them. I hate to say that I can’t really blame them as plenty of these folk would have murdered you for drug money. The others just woulda robbed you.
Kind of a rambling mess and I apologize. I hope I painted something of a picture. If you have any specific questions I’d be delighted to share details of the bittersweet misery of rural life further.
edit: addendum. These places were legally sundown towns in my mother’s lifetime.
There are these videos in yt of people just randomly driving in various cities or countryside and chongqing is jaw dropping.
There are also videos of people randomly driving across rural America and the conditions people live under are eye-opening. Crumbling roads, crumbling houses, crumbling businesses, and everything’s miles away with a sole Dollar General as the town’s grocer.
I’m from the middle of nowhere, Amerika. It’s so much worse than many people know.
If you don’t mind, would you mind describing it? I’ve heard about the meth problem and the crumbling roads, but never a direct firsthand account of what it is like to live in rural America.
tldr it sucks but I mean the nature's cool
The area I lived in is so backwoods it doesn’t have a true name, it borders a town and a village (yes, a village). They’re both about 20 minute drives in opposite directions.
All along the highway from nowhere to somewhere, you’ll find abandoned gas stations and grocery stores overtaken by local foliage and critters of the dark. Cows every now and then with barbed wire fences cordoning off hundreds and hundreds of acres of land, usually owned by some disgustingly rich drunk old guy no one’s seen in years.
In each town, everyone knows everyone. It was hard to stay anonymous even countywide – many, many times my last name indicated to others that they knew my family. Due to living in a borderland, I was given an option of two different high schools I could attend, in either direction. They’re both horrific, though I will say the one I attended had cool teachers. My graduating class had ~20 students in it, that being the entire senior class of my high school.
It is a very different feeling to living in a city. I did not have neighbors less than a mile away. 90% of the roads I drove were not paved. I spent my childhood in extreme isolation. I used the internet to escape it, the very, very slow internet. It took me a month to download World of Warcraft, and I played the shit out of it, 500 ping or otherwise (I considered 200 was stable!!).
We had DSL until maybe 2013. I grew up with a box computer, box TV, VHSs, all that old shit. Regular blackouts. School closed regularly because winter was utterly deadly – who is going to plow a dirt road? Summer was just as deadly for different reasons.
We had a different relationship with guns. Gunshots were something you heard regularly, wherever you were, because folk were out hunting. It was normal. I remember, even, one time a classmate in 3rd grade brought (with his father) a deer he killed on the back of a pickup, and when he arrived he was holding his hunting rifle. This alarmed absolutely no one, including myself.
We had prayer circles at school every Sunday. We’d gather around the flag and pray for the soldiers and shit. Pledge of allegiance every day, of course.
Area was 99% white, and SOMEHOW the fuckers managed to get the black folk situated in the only part of that shithole that could be reasonably called a “ghetto”. How the fuck.
I miss being able to fuck off into the woods and know that I was alone with nature. Nobody could mess with me because there was nobody. Nobody but the trees, squirrels, spiders and deer.
Every other person has at least tried meth. I haven’t, but I’ve had the opportunity on multiple occasions. I’ve seen what that shit does to houses when people mix incorrectly. I’m good, I’ll stick with green. Cannabis can’t annihilate you quite so dramatically.
There were homeless folk. Everybody knew them, but no one wanted to help them. I hate to say that I can’t really blame them as plenty of these folk would have murdered you for drug money. The others just woulda robbed you.
Kind of a rambling mess and I apologize. I hope I painted something of a picture. If you have any specific questions I’d be delighted to share details of the bittersweet misery of rural life further.
edit: addendum. These places were legally sundown towns in my mother’s lifetime.
https://www.blackpast.org/african-american-history/sundown-towns/
Thank you for sharing and i hope you live in better conditions now.