To Oklahoma and Beyond [But Not Really]
When I turned three decades old, I started going through a metric dick-ton of personal issues in regards to my age versus relative level of success I felt I achieved in my life. It became necessary for me to build a "Bucket List" of sorts, or as I choose to believe, a year of goals ... Also known as a year of failing myself and remaining an old lady who did nothing with her life. I'm several years into my thirties now, and I'm still unmarried without a children, and without a definitive career. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, and I do not feel like I am a decent adult. So my BRILLIANT idea was to set some goals, and I thought to myself, "Hey self, you lackluster beast you, how about you set goals to the number of years you have spent on this earth?!" and Self thought, "Oh my gawd I don't hate myself enough, this is a FANTASTIC idea!!!
This year I set the goal to go to Oklahoma ... which I'm learning is pretty much consistently despised by most Wichitans. I'm not sure what Oklahoma did to us when we were kids, but we're still not over it. I think it's because Kansas is crap, and Wichita is pretty much meth and murder fueled stupidity, we need to feel superior to something ... so Oklahoma it is. BUT, since I've never been, I'm making it an issue to go this year. And tomorrow my girlfriend and I are sparking a grand adventure to the wild unknown of Oklahoma City. I'm excited, everyone else is making fun of me, but when I get to cross something off my list I'm going to fist pump the universe right where it counts. I've never been further south than Winfield as far as this stretch of Bible thumping craziness is concerned. I want to see what my ancestors thought was crappy enough to give to the Native Americans and then take back because they were epic douche bags. I also want to see the Oklahoma City bombing site if possible.
I was in elementary school when that occurred, but that was honestly one of the first times I'd heard something bad about my country. My dad is ex military, and my family was so pro America growing up that I had NO idea that no one else but us thinks that we're the best thing on earth, and that maybe, just maybe, we also have our fair share of issues. "That happens in those OTHER countries," it would be said. BUT NO ... until 911, the worst terrorist attack was by our own, and it was in Oklahoma City. And I was a young girl very upset about it, watching everything I could about it, and that young girl grew up to be this hot mess you're reading about today.
If anyone wants to read the depressing collection of items I have yet to accomplish in the last 7ish months of this year, I can likely supply it if someone is willing to mop up the tears of an old biddy feeling sorry for herself.
Otherwise, NEVER GIVE IN, NEVER SURRENDER ... AND FOLLOW MY LIFE SOME MORE AND JUNK FOR MORE MOVIE REFERENCES LIKE THIS... and bring a towel.
This year I set the goal to go to Oklahoma ... which I'm learning is pretty much consistently despised by most Wichitans. I'm not sure what Oklahoma did to us when we were kids, but we're still not over it. I think it's because Kansas is crap, and Wichita is pretty much meth and murder fueled stupidity, we need to feel superior to something ... so Oklahoma it is. BUT, since I've never been, I'm making it an issue to go this year. And tomorrow my girlfriend and I are sparking a grand adventure to the wild unknown of Oklahoma City. I'm excited, everyone else is making fun of me, but when I get to cross something off my list I'm going to fist pump the universe right where it counts. I've never been further south than Winfield as far as this stretch of Bible thumping craziness is concerned. I want to see what my ancestors thought was crappy enough to give to the Native Americans and then take back because they were epic douche bags. I also want to see the Oklahoma City bombing site if possible.
I was in elementary school when that occurred, but that was honestly one of the first times I'd heard something bad about my country. My dad is ex military, and my family was so pro America growing up that I had NO idea that no one else but us thinks that we're the best thing on earth, and that maybe, just maybe, we also have our fair share of issues. "That happens in those OTHER countries," it would be said. BUT NO ... until 911, the worst terrorist attack was by our own, and it was in Oklahoma City. And I was a young girl very upset about it, watching everything I could about it, and that young girl grew up to be this hot mess you're reading about today.
If anyone wants to read the depressing collection of items I have yet to accomplish in the last 7ish months of this year, I can likely supply it if someone is willing to mop up the tears of an old biddy feeling sorry for herself.
Otherwise, NEVER GIVE IN, NEVER SURRENDER ... AND FOLLOW MY LIFE SOME MORE AND JUNK FOR MORE MOVIE REFERENCES LIKE THIS... and bring a towel.
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