Incestuous Interests

More and more things keep falling off the scales, weighing out wether or not I should leave Nashville. In reality, the only two things keeping me here are my dwindling number of friends, and the futile hopes of helping create a better metal scene. There is simply nothing to do, and no one thats willing to use the energy to start anything new. Thats the only reason I even find myself out at Salvation, rubbing elbows with the elegance and crushed velvet. Keeping up with the trends and the gossip has rotted my brain to the point that it has completely hindered me from being able to hold a decently intelligent conversation. Either that or the fact that I can't say two words before Sam or one of her friends interrupts me to say something painfully off topic. Which of course no one cares that it angers me so badly, because apparently I am amusing when I'm pissed of. If I wasn't, why would everyone laugh? So I stay quiet till someone says the inevitable: "If you have a problem, you can always talk to me." but then they interrupt me before I can get anything off my chest. I don't expect anything different from Cali, but then again no one should expect something from a complete stranger that they should from a friend of many years. And that is exactly what some of these people are to me now, just as good as strangers. Except these strangers have known me for years, we owe each other money, and have spent many nights staying up to talk on the phone.

The only differences between Nashville and Cruz that I noticed is that you are more inclined to see a flag bearing metal head, I didn't see ONE emo/goth, and there is more genuine energy. And thats the key people, energy. Nashville sucks it out of people, keeping them feeling old and tired, and thats why there is never anything new coming out the southeast except for porn.