I (we) moved from Miami after 45 yrs to this polite town two years ago.

In Miami, people wear shades at night and have the gansta look. Stone faces almost like NY. Everybody wants to be badass. Get in front of people, cut people off in the highway. Pick fights. Pretend you're not there, etc.

This town I'm in now, is the cemetery of happiness. There is not a soul outside after 9PM. That's when people get up in Miami.

On top of that, everybody is extremely polite. People wish good morning, good evening, "did you find everything you were looking for". What? "do you prefer paper or plastic?" WHAT?. I never new people used paper bags anymore.
You drive thru a street and people wave at you. I thought they were making fun of me, Now I wave too, but with the stone face. These people actually SMILE!!!. Your neighboors help you fix the house. For FREE. No ****!!!.

My cars are open, my door is never locked. The reason is I want something to happen. Like someone tries to steal something. Or a coconut falls in their heads. The most eventful thing in the last few days was a woodpecker.
A Noise!!!.

I don't know how much more I can take of this goddie-good thing. But this can't be a bipolar frendly town. This is not a town. It's a fairy tale.

Is your town bipolar friendly?. Mine stinks.