I’ve been having a problem with people lately. To be blunt - they’re too nice. I’m not saying loving, necessarily, or unselfish, or kind. Just...nice. Especially at intersections. See, you nice old man to the right...you were definitely at the stop sign ahead of me. That means you get to go first. It really isn’t a kindness to wave me forward, I promise. It will just confuse me and stress me out enough to take several seconds off my life span. And you, you nice, nice lady in the grocery store parking lot...when you’re walking in a crosswalk, drivers are supposed to wait for you. Just because you weren’t directly in front of my car does not mean you are doing a good deed by irrationally insisting I drive in front of you. You’re just training me to ignore crosswalks. And you, you very, very nice police officer who showed me how to replace my left brake light...okay. I can’t complain about you. I’m just glad you didn’t look in my trunk. (The nice old man may or may not have been bound and gagged inside. But it’s okay. He seemed ready to die.)
Hi world. It’s me, your favorite super sheltered, extremely Scandinavian, strangely endearing pile of soggy, tomato-drenched crinkly noodles! Otherwise known as Baby Swedish Lasagna under an Inadequate Tent. The reason I bring up my origins is this: I grew up without hearing anyone say “y’all”. I believe the contraction never crossed my path outside of a book until middle school, when it became trendy among my equally sheltered, pale-skinned friends. I started saying it often, with little understanding of its pronunciation, spelling, or proper usage. At some point, perhaps in a fit of cultural sensitivity, maybe after the madness of middle school had seeped out of my neurons, I stopped using it. Except in emails. Yes, my friends, I am an email y’aller. It just works for the already-awkward group conversations. There’s honestly no equivalent in northern dialect. Check it out. “You guys.” Offensive to feminists. “You girls.” Offensive...
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