When was the last time you heard me bitch about Savannah? Oh, has it only been a day? Hm, time goes by fast, huh. Well, I don't care...I fucking dislike Savannah.
Despite all of the great things to like, or dare I say, even LOVE, about this town, there are just so many issues that just get under your skin. Savannah trys to cloak a sophisticate air around what is essentially a year long Spring Break. It wants to be creative, sultry, cosmopolitan. But it's hard to be all of those things when you're allowed to walk around town with a plastic cup filled with beer. It's proud of it's 'southern hospitality.' But being hospitable means that instead of verbally sneering you, they'll just ignore you (why, isn't that nicer?).
Savannah is like that scene in Beetlejuice, where Gina Davis and Alec Baldwin are in the 'other-world' waiting room. No, it's worse than that. This is the place where big city Northerners have come when they've given up.
Politics are just as cut-throat at any big town. They count on community ignorance and inactivity, and it's amply provided. Crime here is frequent and difficult to control. Cultural entertainment is presumptuous and pompous. The good stuff is so far underground it's in China by now. New residents are like the tourist; only stopping by for the night on the way to a bigger tourist-trap of a town.
To be honest, I'm not having a bad day. I'm totally lucid and am in a focused place right now. I've made friends with a few genuinely great people. And I've carved a little place for myself. I think I'm social enough to make the best of any situation or location. I just want better for myself. And it's not here.
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