What are the downsides of where you live?

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I did get you wrong after all.

Oh, but it's the conformity that annoys me. People don't really think very much about anything.

Don't worry, most of the country isn't like my hometown (during semesters I live in Galway, a fantastic city). The only good thing about my town is that it has 13 pubs (and a population of only 2,000 ). Pity they are all a bit s**t.



We really have a problem with conformity in my town. I was almost bet up a few times for having long hair (I grew it for the sole purpose of pissing of my bastard teachers), a lot of my friends were bet up for being "goth" or gay, I was hurled abuse on the streets for not being a slackjawed inbred yob bastard in tracksuit (I was audatious enough to wear...jeans). All in all, a miserable hellhole, and one of the worst thing anyone could ever go through.

I lived in Birmingham, England until I was six (my parents are Irish, there was somewhat understandably a lot of anti-Irish sentiment), and I have to say I really liked the city. It was really beautiful, in a degenerated rustic kind of way, like an abandoned industrial building people still live in. When I came back to Ireland, there was a lot of anti-english sentiment against me Apparently I was a "protestant" Stupid hicks...

Whenever I've driven down to the Republic I've had a good enough time. I prefer Northern Ireland for things to do (because the Republic is larger and journey times are longer, as well as everything being much more spread out once you get outside the big cities like Dublin, Cork et al) but the places I went to over the border were nice enough. Monaghan and County Donegal, for instance - although Donegal is so wet! I'd like to see more of it.

Galway is on my hit-list. It's just the cost of getting there, really. Probably Manchester > Galway if there are flights on. Take plenty of yoyos I think.



I don't really have a problem with communities - indeed, I think they're a very good thing when everyone looks out for everyone else and it's voluntary. A community is made up of individuals.

It's when it becomes insular, enforced and exclusionary, discriminating against those who are 'different' (for whatever reason) when I have serious problems - the "they should be like us and if you're not like us you're subhuman" syndrome. That attitude caused a hell of a lot of bother in the last century.



Absolute bastards. Even the council dislike individualism and opinions different to their own, which is disgraceful as they are there to serve the public. If you don't conform or - hell of hells - you complain loudly about something, you get intimidation.



I can identify with that. People like that just want something to hate. It can be anything - it's not your fault.



There shouldn't have been. Irish republican and Loyalist terrorists and their wicked supporters were the problem, not the majority of the people of the island. People who support and who supported blowing up pubs and the like are scum though.

The North is nice in summer, and getting a pint for £2 in a decent bar is pretty nice to (4.70 in non-student bars down south). It's pretty miserable during winter though, as you said, very wet.



Sure, I have no problem with communities either, it's pretty nice knowing everyone in an area (in Galway I'm on friendly terms with an entire street as a result of our parties). But I would never, ever exclude or bully someone, or allow them to be bullied over being different. Unfortunately, an autistic student, and a black girl were driven out of my school by hatred (yes, when I said '20's I meant it).



I realised that when I moved out of the town. I could walk around town without being shouted at, I could even sit in the park reading and tourists would come up to me to talk. I was genuinely shocked the world could be so...civil.



I know, but I understand the "guerrilla" mentality; a few of "them" want to kill us, so lets hate all of "them" to be sure. Most people in the South despise the IRA (again, with the exception of my s**t ass town, I'd say almost 15% of students in my old school were armchair IRA supporters; of course, they knew literally nothing about Irish history, merely that they had a vague diffuse hatred toward "da proddy bastards". f*****g idiots.)

This confuses me, but I presume I'm interpreting it wrong. Here, the 'Old Boys Club' refers to rich old men who went to expensive schools and are now directors of companies. If you find them is a suburb, it usually doesn't contain Bogans (the Australian equivalent of Chav or Redneck -- though it's a somewhat broader term in that it can be used to insult anyone from the uneducated, consumer-driven masses).

I actually like where I live. There's not much crime, it's quiet, and it's close to the city. What I don't like is the presumptions people make about me because of where I live. I must be one of those ultra-fashionable rich people who drive hybrid cars and spend their weekends drinking lattes and talking about saving the Tibetan whales. I can't afford a new car (hybrid or not), I don't like coffee, and I spend my weekends playing computer games or dressing up as a medieval wench. I just like this house, that's all.

Redneck and "good old boy" are american terms for people from rural areas that have low intelligence and chauvinistic values. Most rednecks are not easy to be around.

Ah, makes more sense to me now, thanks.

Very, very hot and humid summers.

Too variable.

The rental bill.

That horrible little brat girl that screams like she's being attacked when she plays at the pool. It drives me bonkers in under three seconds! She's a real scream artist! She'll scream out "help", and even make it sound like she's tortured sometimes. I can see the pool from two of our windows, and am quite tired of looking!

Residents who socialise like their haveing a verbal brawl.

That whimpy sounding horn that makes my car's horn sound 'oomf' in comparison! The owner will set it off at least nine times! It's literaly the wussiest horn I ever heard in my life!

The boy next door always slamming his toilet seat 3-4 times with all his might. -.- I can hear it all the way across the apartment, and it's distracting.

The bugs that crawl around my home now and then.

Haveing to clean.

reminds me of my dads truck, this is a giant diesel beast that rubles like a bare in a bad mood when its running
but it has a horn that would fit better on this thing

I know what you mean, and I agree.

The summer fairground that renders a quiet evening beach stroll impossible...

The lack of aspie meets or other good social activities

That's understandable. And I agree about clothes. I can't see how any piece of cloth can be worth that much.

Too many isolated and massive suburbs so you cant get anywhere without a car and getting to a store or a decent shopping complex is about a 20 min drive.

Also, Indianapolis itself tops many cities in the United States on the boredom scale. Even Downtown has a whole lot of nothing to do. Once you've visited the zoo and the Children's Museum, you've pretty much experienced everything there is to do in the entire Indiana state. My condolences to whatever Superbowl teams will be playing here next year.

Oh and a lot of people who've pissed me off in the past may still be in the area since the recession has kept them grounded instead of moving away like I hoped. I've had a few bad run-ins and wish for no more.