Hillbilly Hell

Yes that is where I am. HILLBILLY HELL. I have been battling little bouts of depression on and off and I think I have figured out what is contributing to some of the delusion. I am in one of the least cultured areas of the world right now. It's some sort or weird black hole of backwardness that I have to admit amuses me but at the same time pisses me off. Examples as follows:

1) No one down here knows what falafel, hummus, pita or tahini are. You can usually find one package of pita or hummus at the store but forget about anything else Greek. This REALLY sucks because I have had a major jones for Greek food lately.

2) Most of my co-workers have never left the state of Missouri. Half have never even left the towns they were born in for more than a day trip to the big mall in Kansas City.

3) None of them know who My Chemical Romance, The Pixies, The Killers, or U2 are. Most are very familiar with Carrie Underwood and Toby Keith though.

4) Everytime I bring my lunch in to work I am scutinized because its something "foreign".

5) I see new road-kill every day. I may become a vegiterrian.

6) Most people down here plan their social calendars around NASCAR

7) Coffee always comes out of a can or is instant, "what are whole beans, and what do you do with them?"

8) Soy Beans are a major crop down here, ironically no one knows what Edemame is.

8) They all think that I'm the WEIRD one.

I know there is more. But until the shock wears off I can't think of them all. My denial has been deep. I didn't put my Missouri license plates on until today, I got them in December.

Cheers, I leave you with Mel dancing around in my socks.