There are several reasons I don’t like existing in suburbia and most of it all revolves around the robotic nature of those that choose to live there. The same vanilla houses, the same vanilla families, the same vanilla preaching, and the same flavorless goals. There is little independent thought and that is the expectation. Listen to their messages, they are the same monotonous drone. Finding friends and families that are not on the same brainwave pattern is like panning for gold in a trickling stream. ‘Tis the nature of the beast I suppose but it gets really old. I find that living in suburbia can be depressing.
This is post number four in a series of 100 Things About Me.
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