There is such an interesting air to Williston, ND. For the most thriving place in America, there seems to be a vast amount of unhappiness and debauchery. I have been here four weeks and find employment in a bar and I can say with absolute certainty that most of the paychecks in this town are going towards booze , black jack tables, and strippers. I’d even venture to say towards drugs as well, although I can neither confirm or deny that suspicion. Not only that, but everyone in this town is full of negativity and cynicism.
I have a few theories as to why this could be. First off, no one really wants to be here. The locals do not want us here, but no one wants us here less than us. This is a means to an end for displaced workers of America looking for the great payday. Some aren’t even looking for that. They just want to have work and make a buck to live.
Other theories include loneliness, mental imbalances, and pessimistic people in general. I myself have always had the ability to make lemonade out of lemons and I find myself getting completely and utterly discouraged here. This town has left many in her wake. Many people leave their families and their familiar lives behind to work here, there isn’t jack-diddly to do around here, the lines are long EVERYWHERE, there are no women in this town, infidelity is no big deal here, traffic sucks, and this town is full of empty promises. It is hard to not break when you’re being beat over a rock constantly. When it comes down to it, this is not really that great a place to live.
Which is sad. I’ve had several people tell me how nice of a town Williston used to be. Everyone knew everyone and I hear it was something of a “Mayberry” town in it’s glory days. There has always been oil here. And the locals have survived many booms throughout the years, but this one seems to reek of a different color. Unfortunately, I and many others don’t believe it is going away anytime soon.
In one form or another, everyone here is running away from something whether it be debt, a bad marriage, the law, or the nation’s long arm of unemployment. To me, this is just an overal sypmtom of bigger problems for our nation. The future looks grim, my friends. If we can’t pull it together in a thriving economic metropolis like the Bakken, then we won’t be able to find happiness anywhere. Because at the end of the day it’s not the amount of federal reserve notes in your bank account, the units of alcohol in your system, the amount of lap dances you get, or any amount of infrastructure that will make you happy. You are responsible for your own happiness. I’m resolved to reach my goals. And for once in my life to be an opportunist and I will use this boom to help eliminate my debt. I’ll be damned if I let Williston break me. So, chin up sports, because Williston, much like life, is what you make it.