Being Foreign
It's weird. I never thought of myself as a foreigner, but that's exactly what I am. I sound different, I misunderstand completely obvious things and I'm often misunderstood. I'm sure I stand out like a sore thumb to the locals, but it's really quite liberating. People expect me to act differently, so when I do, they really aren't surprised. If I want to walk around with my underpants on my head, people won't look at me thinking "What the HELL is his problem?!", but rather "Hmph. Foreigner."
It has been quite a surprise how often there can be a language difficulty between two English speakers though. Blank stares and four or five consecutive "pardon me?"s are not uncommon. Sometimes I just give up and say "Sure, right on". "You bet" is another of my new favorites. I'm sure I make no sense, but they are expecting weirdness, so what does it matter? Besides, in a small place like Yorkton, me saying something strange is the most exciting thing that's happened to them all day.
Now I just need to see how far I can push this little game. Suggestions are welcome.
That is all.
1 Comments:
I know exactly what you mean!
I have been there so many times - like would you think that the scottish word for "armpit" is "oxter"? Weird!
Speak soon. Love Jo
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