*small TOWN

I have to start a blog for a collage class, and maintain it for at least the semester while discussing a central theme (I believe that is the general gist of the assignment, it’s still early.)  Starting this in January, during one of coldest weeks of the season, I (excuse the pun) froze when trying to decide what to write about. There wasn’t a lot going on due to the weather and Bemidji wasn’t providing much inspiriting.

Until last Saturday, when I had dragged myself to the bar to wait for my friend to get off of work and I found myself talking about the idiocracies (great movie) of small towns with the only other customer in the bar. He wasn’t in a very good mood and started to rant about how he wanted to escape from the endless cycle of mindless activities that Bemidji had to offer.  In his opinion, the only things that happened in small towns were a repetition of everyone sleeping with the same people and hating others, most of the times A following B. I pointed out that I don’t sleep around, (not judging anyone who does have sex, best of luck to them) and I try to not fight with people if I can help it, and I enjoy Bemidji. He replied that I was more of an observer of small town than a member of. The discussion left me reminiscing on what I believed a small town to be and of the activities around me.  This blog will hopefully evolve into a sort of Living and Coping in a Small Town 101 with a collection of stories from my childhood; critical analysis, think Carrie Bradshaw from Sex in the City on a much smaller scale, on the formally mentioned behavior; and in generally, gossip.

I’m from a very small town and from there I moved to a little bigger small town. Eventually I will graduate from Bemidji State University with a BA/BS in English with a certificate in education, until then I’m pondering the oddities of my cloistered community.