i played the red river valley...

i grew up in texas, i like it here, i might even be one of those people who have an unnecessarily high level of texas pride. the culture and history of texas are such that i love it, that's what drive people crazy about it. europeans hate americans because we think we're better than they are, that's also why most americans hate texans... jealousy knows no loyalties.

i have, however, been experiencing something contradictory to my national pride, having fallen for a girl from the wrong side of the river. not that there's anything wrong with the reservation, several of my ancestors were born in the indian territory (when it actually was the indian territory), there's even a cherokee in the list, but the inherit inferiority of the state is undeniable to even the staunchest defender of the land rush zone, after all, they don't just give away good land. in fact, the only time i can find that considerable chunks of texas were simply given away was by the spanish government and that was considered quite an honor. i mean, a slice of heaven from the queen? rock on! land in the bleakest parts of west texas is cheap, but you still have to pay for the honor.

what's the big deal about the lone star? i can't tell you. are we the most beautiful state? no way. biggest? not quite. richest, most populated, most popular, oldest, trendiest? no, no, no, no... i can't explain the majesty if you don't want to see it, because if you're willing then you've already seen it. there have been more song written about texas than, well, the rest of the united state put together...

she doesn't like it when i talk this way, when the interstate prejudice that has been drilled into me since infancy rears it's ugly head, but she simply sighs shakes her head and writes it off as mere enthusiasm... she's a good girl.