Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries. ~Microbe Hunters

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Country Rant

I have a pet peeve. It is newly discovered due to my new circumstances of not having a car because of shared parking passes. My pet peeve is when someone doesnt offer to drive me when it is pouring rain to get my phone fixed. I dont expect some random person to drive me, but if we are roommates and are sharing  limited number of parking passes, AND you hve nothing to do but watch movies all day, I would like some love. I didnt need to go that far, but by bus, it took me over an hour with all the transfers.

I hate stupid, ignorant, rude people officially. I attribute these three words to 'city people'. I know not all city people are stupid, ignorant and/or rude, but in general,  they are not the people of my small hometown. The girl I was talking about above lives on a farm and claims to be 'country to the bone' however, I see city written all over her. There is 100% a difference between listening to country music, and putting their words into actions. Country music is becoming increasingly popular these days, but unfortunately it isnt real country. Artists put a little twang in their voice and add a banjo or fiddle into any song and call it country. I still remember when I was little what values I got from what song. Sure, you gotta love that twang and the fiddle, but the words are what makes the song. In order to be country to the bone, you gotta love country in its rawest form. Just because you live on a farm doesnt mean you must listen to country music, and just because you dont live on a farm doesnt mean you cant listen to it. She just got 'into' country about 3 years ago. There is still a lot to learn about what is being told in the majority of these songs.

I understand I am being a little biased right now about country fans being the nicest, but they are usually the hickest, most greatest people you will ever meet. It makes me disappointed that my roommate, whom we have been friends since last september and grown really close, did not offer me a ride. It sounds like I am asking a lot from country music, but apparently I should give up on the attitudes of city people- so demanding, sensitive, and selfish.

I miss my small country town, where anyone would drop what they are doing to help someone. One of my roommates is from a town similar to mine. She respects country, but prefers the mainstream music. She skipped class to come and get me as soon as she heard I was lost in the bus system.

I guess the only 'country' that is genuine in helping someone in need, would be the people in the crossings of country roads- the people from small towns, where there is nothing around to do except help people. I miss that. I cant wait to get out of this city with a bus system and get back to a small town in which you hitch a ride into town with your neighbour.


Darn good and sure of it


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