I was born and raised in the south. I have a special love for
it, but I also have a little bit of hate for it. I know that no matter where
you come from you will be looked down upon, stereotyped, and pushed to the
side. The northerners are rude, westerners and weird, and southerners are slow
and dumb. While many people have broken all of those molds, I feel sometimes I
don’t belong in the South. I don’t have a noticeable accent, I don’t care for
collards, coleslaw, or grits. I don’t get why people go out and shoot deer for
pleasure. Maybe if they needed the meat it would be acceptable. What really
baffles me is why every vertically challenged male usually has a lifted truck
that is annoying and loud. I’m all about simplicity, but some southerners take
that to the extreme. The slow pace of the south irks me sometimes, because I
feel like I have a lot of wasted time. I like to be doing things and feeling
productive, not sitting on a couch watching a football game. My biggest pet
peeve of the south, besides the hick accents, is the slang. Sure I say y’all,
but never will you hear me say “I ain’t done it” or “go down yonder.” Or even
when people say “I did good,” I want to quickly correct them and say “you did
WELL.” Don’t get me wrong the south is a beautiful place with a lot of
America’s history in the roots and not all parts of the south are the way I
described. I’m in a bit of culture shock coming from Atlanta to Charleston to
Clemson.
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