The thing about small towns is that no matter how far away you go, or how long you're gone for, the instant you come back you're thrust right back into the middle of everyone else's insanity. Suddenly you're being filled in on how so-and-so is dating so-and-so, and how Susie is having her third baby (with a third father) and how John is marrying a 14 year old, and how Kevin is in jail for breaking and entering and grand larceny, etc. It'd be charming, if it wasn't so frightening.
Since being home, I've been informed of about 5 pregnancies (by girls all younger than me, that I remember from high school), a marriage, 2 deaths, and reminded of one hilarious divorce. Edit: And one person getting their kids taken away when she was busted for prostitution - with her mother. You can't make this shit up.
We're too goddamn young to be marrying each other and popping children out of our collective vaginas, sorry to say. It's one thing to be date - by all means, go ahead - but people who are (or are around) my age are not ready to get married and start families. Call me a liberal psycho, but c'mon - how many marriages do you know (from OUR generation, not our parents') that last longer than a year or two, max?
It ain't pretty, kiddies. At least it's highly amusing while I'm here.
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