I never thought I'd blog. I never really thought that I had much to say that'd be overly interesting to the general public. I haven't had some sort of creative epiphany or anything, but I figure I'll give it a shot anyways. So here we go...
I live in arguably the most boring town east of the Mississippi: Rock Hill, SC. Ask anyone from Rock Hill, lovingly and ironically referred to as "The Thrill", and you'll get the same basic story; not a whole lot to do that we haven't done a thousand times. Perhaps my friends and I are simply the jaded few who've lived here our whole lives, but I'm inclined to think not. I've watched the town grow in the two decades that I've lived here, and I've done just about everything there is to do. Don't get me wrong, it hasn't been all mindless drudgery; there have been some good times, some good parties, and some good laughs but these generally coincided with the waves of change that have periodically swept over Rock Hill. For instance, when Carowinds built "Top Gun", I was ecstatic. I'd grown weary of the Park and its usual rides, but this rejuvenated my interest much like the new water park had a few year prior, but I digress. My friends and I rode Top Gun and loved it for an entire summer but eventually it just became another addition to the skyline hovering above the Pottery Barn of I-77. That's the basic story of every exciting thing that has ever come to Rock Hill.
So is the Thrill really that boring of a place? Or has it just become fashionable to be disinterested? Is our boredom attached to a overuse or under-use of the entertainment resources of our fair city?
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