Montreal, I. Loath. You.
Montreal, I looooooooooaaaaath you.
Maybe it's just natural seeing as how I have lived in the country, at least an hour and a half from any "intresting" place all my life, 21, 22 years infact, and comming here is a change.
But maybe, just maybe, what people take as normal, or don't even notice; what is driving me mad, really is a problem.
Now, I live in what seems to be a nice duplex, except maybe for how it seems that everything has been built half an inch short and small, just to **** with you. I swear, if everything was half and inch wider or taller, I would have a lot less bruises. But maybe that's just me.
Sticking to the inside, I had watched no more than an hour of TV in the last two years. Now, it's always on. I find myself remembering why I hate it in the first place. Yet when I turn it off, the house just seems empty.
The commercials - tv - And ALL that junk mail you recieve Every. Single. ****ing day. Are driving me insane. I never cared for KFC, hell I hate it, but I ordered some twice in the last four months. Why? I_ Don't_ Know. The chicken is awfull, but I find myself craving some. And what the **** is up with fried ... everything!? I swear, every restaurant in Montreal (that does not serve 40$ steaks) has the same method of cooking all meats. Deep Fry it, but change the sauce. ****ing disgusting.
I want real food, I cook it myself. I'm a guy and cook, go figure. I buy the raw ingrediants and make a MEAL. It's great fun, and yes, sometimes it can get tedious. So what if I'm out with someone? I am not going to spend 40$ to eat right; Allthough Quiznos and Subway is ok. Notice something? They're both subs. Either you eat the same thing when out, or feel your body begging to puke without puking. You may have never felt that, but trust me, eat right for a change, just try it, not long, maybe a month, then go to Wendy's or Burger King, you'll see what I mean. There's no winning.
Now, for the actual location. Most of the neighbourhoods around Honoré-Beaugrand station can be pretty nice. Allthough, a few streets off, I discovered a new breed of urban stereotypes (It just seemed weird, odd and fascinatingly disgusting): The Urban Rat People.
The Urban Rat People seem to live as one big community along one or several streets of run down appartment buildings, trash on the lawns, rusting bikes locked to bent black railings along the sidewalk, graffiti on every building, the purpental smell of fabric softner and pee, cars parked in the middle of the street and fat, FAT sickly five year olds. I'm sorry, you may take this as normal, but that's just wrong. How can people live like this? It's poverty in a way, but in another, it seems to me that they made themselves to live like this. If you can't be bothered to pick up your own ****ing trash and plastic crap off the small piece of lawn you have left, I can't imagine you being able to keep a steady income. AND you're raising 4 children, What the **** Montreal!?
"But Montreal is not Like the country, it's a city you idiot!" Well, no shit. Again, this is about how I loath Montreal for things you may take as normal or not notice at all, but in my reality, is just plain wrong.
Like the unyeilding sound of everything. There is always a humm of automobiles, the Tunnel, Sherbrook street, some idiot Rat person with a shotty muffler and bad music in the air. Auditory Pollution.
My friends and familly tell me there is a lot to do here, "Go to the park," they say, "the bike trails." Thats not a park. Yes, there is a lot of grass and some trees along the river, but that is not a park. It's a congregation of human ditritus of all sorts, not one square foot where there are no cigarette butts or leftover packaging from the McDonald's accross the street. Not to mention the smell. The ****ing smell of whatever is rotting by the water, the smell of the Cars along Notre-Dame, the smell of people, not to mention the Noise, Noise, Noise, NOISE!
"Well, go out to bars, clubbing, festivals, Downtown!"
What the **** is there to do at a bar? Drink? Then what? Talk about the Habs? And Drink? Shoot a bit of pool while some crap awfull loud music plays? Again, I am from where the main population is corn, and that right there, is ****ing boring.
Clubbing, yes, I really want to be crammed in an overly loud room filled with all matter of empty headed drunks. "But they're not all drunks" Maybe not, but the smell of the place says otherwise. It's shallow and boring, it's not fun, what is the matter with you people? It's just loud music and everyone sweating on each other. How the hell is that fun unless you're on coke or whatever drug you prefer? Or Drunk?
Festivals, the **** is there to do at festivals? Seriously, think about it. Anything that's free means there will be more than four people per meter square, you'll have to stand up to actually see anything and not get trampled or squashed between the unwashed fat man and the girl yelling into her cell, for over an hour. How is that fun? Seriously? You can still walk around and look at the... exhibits? OK, that's 20, maybe 40 minutes, then what? Go back home and watch whatever there is at said festival on TV.
Downtown - we allready went through the Clubs and Bars, what the **** else is there to do downtown except spend money? Spend money on what, exactly? Crap I don't need? Movies? When's the last time you've seen a movie which will be remembered in 5 years? - Ok, yes, few where good, but then what? You just burnt two hours, now what? Where are you going? What are you going to do? Go from store to store? Spend more?
OH and again, Why so ****ing loud? Why does every single shop need to have music so loud you can't even hear your own voice? Seriously, WTF? And where the hell is that smell comming from?
Being acosted at every single block by the Hare Krishna, homeless and activists of all sorts is not my idea of fun or a good time.
So there it is.
I LOATH you Montreal, You smell, are uneccessairly loud, dirty, you're ugly.
You're the blonde girl who shows up late to every class with sunglasses bigger than her head, the smell of beer, sits in the back, is quick to say something but doesn't know shit.
I Dispise you Montreal and can't wait to get rid of you.
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