Considering Changes in My New Life

Living in a Football town is a lot like living in a world where Nazis had won WWII. Thug, fascist mentalities running the streets. Muscle and violence become rationale solutions to problems, held up on pedestals and revered. Diversity is shunned. Try walking outside with the wrong colour shirt on to get a bite to eat on game days. The animals look at you like crows look at shiny objects or fish looking to bite on a lure. Strength in unity. If one thread of the tapestry is a different colour than we may not win this season.

Anyway, I’m here for school and I may end up moving to a state that actually pops up on google when you type in “Best places to live in the USA.” I think Utah came up on happiest places to live.

I’m beginning to believe that football was invented to give embarrassing children with mental issues something to do, and a place to fit in. I can just imagine having a kid you are worried about so you give him a football helmet, telling him to wear this particular colour, “Stay with this colour, honey. People will like you for being a dunce with a hard head. Yell a lot and get angry when people say something you don’t understand.”

I actually have began enjoying fucking with the football fans who come to town. Just wear a shirt that is not the colour of either team and go around socializing like everything is normal. It really fucks with them. They have no idea what to do.

I generally create monologues for what maybe going on in their heads as they walk around to amuse myself. The voice my brain generates sounds a lot like Brian Regan in this skit:

Last updated October 11, 2023