feels like breaking up with someone who thinks tractors are a personality. like wow. yes. tractors are so cool. we get it. everyone here is weirdly horny for suffering. if you’re not exhausted, sore, and half-broken by your job, it apparently doesn’t count. people brag about how early they wake up, how little sleep they get, how much their body hurts, like pain is the flex and rest is embarrassing. growing up around that messes with your head. it makes you feel guilty for wanting something easier, smarter, or just different. like if you don’t want to destroy yourself for money, you’re lazy or ungrateful or “getting ideas.” and god forbid you want something creative or nontraditional. then it’s all jokes and side comments and that tone like “must be nice.” i don’t hate this town. i just don’t want to spend my life proving i can survive it. i don’t want my value tied to how much i can tolerate. so yeah.
wow. tractors. amazing. anyway.
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