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Old Mar 31, 2016, 03:42 AM
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Originally Posted by pirilin View Post
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.


Hmmm brings up an interesting thought. Are some towns more highly BP populated than others? Is it something in the water? I think in every corner of the earth there is some amount of acceptance and stigma about it. There is a hospital a city next to me that I was in IP at twice and there were plenty of people with BP there and an awesome support group held in the same hospital that I wish I still attended. Now that I bring it up, I just visited the hospitals site a wk ago in search of that same support group with no luck. A funny side story, my grandma volunteers at the hospitals gift shop and I kept my IP stay a secret from my family. A week after I got out I went to visit her at the shop and she enthusiastically introduced me to man that worked in the hospital. He turns around to look at me and it ended up being a nurse from IP lol. Awkward much?? We both acted like we didn't know each other.
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