Or: I’m Really Allergic to the South
I have lived in a lot of different places across the good ol’ U.S. of A. I’ve been to even more states.
In all the places I’ve lived, I’ve never once suffered from allergies of any kind.
Until I came to the South.
Things are beautiful here. Right now, the sun is shining, and it’s better than 60 degrees outside. The breeze is cool and the trees and the grass and the flowers are starting to bloom.
This is a problem.
A big problem. All of these plants insistently breeding means I can’t breathe. I’ve never been quite able to identify what it is in the South that I am allergic to, but whatever it is, it’s a plant that really enjoys trying to make baby plants ALL THE TIME. Its pollen saturates the air.
Plants in the South are just super extra interested in knowing each other Biblically*, apparently.
*It IS the Bible belt, after all, so it only makes sense.
It’s really awkward, when you think about it. I just wish they’d leave me out of the process. Isn’t that what bees are for?
I miss bees.
I was born and raised here, still have allergies. You never get used to them 😦
Because the land of the South hates people. I’ve given it a lot of thought, and it’s the only thing that makes sense.
Zyrtec has become my southern life raft.
Is the the “hork” the sound it makes when you’re dry heaving and gagging because your sinuses are draining down your throat? If so, I need to change my name.
With ❤ from Arkansas…
P.S. How the heck do you go to every state east, west, and south of Arkansas, but skip it entirely? HOW?
I like to think of “hork” as the sound that happens when you’re gasping for breath and suddenly inhale wet allergy liquid (which is what we’re going to call that from now on, because it’s less gross than the alternative), and suddenly you can’t get any air. It’s like being suffocated by your own face.
But your explanation is somehow more poetic.
❤ back to Arkansas from NC
P.S. Response: Slick ninja skills. Also, I've never had to drive to any of the Western states, so Arkansas has been neglected. I'm overdue a trip, clearly.
Sure, come in Decemeber…when you might be able to breathe!
I am simultaneously pleased that I don’t have allergies and sad that I don’t get to dress like a bandit!
I approve you dressing like a bandit anyway. Out of team spirit. All the benefits of allergies, none of the drawbacks! 😉
Maybe I will…I have a trilby hat on…I just need a bandanna.
do bandits wear trilbies?
I am not sure…but they should!
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