
Did you ever have one of those moments, probably somewhere in your mid twenties, when you realized, "hey. the world doesn't revolve around me." Or maybe you never felt like it did, but you still may have had a less-earth-shattering-but-similar moment; something like, "hey. The world doesn't all think like me."
I've had quite a few of those moments. Not sure what that says about me... I'm confident? Arrogant? Naive? Assertive? Not sure. Here're a couple of examples... one time I was teasing a person about needing some psychiatric assessment
(the appropriateness of my sense of humour and whether or not "here are" can be shortened to "here're" are other posts altogether); I said, "soon they'll be sending you to the fourth floor..." [insert puzzled look from said person]... "You know? Fourth floor?" [insert shaking head from said person]... "HULLOW,
fourth floor! Psych ward! Get it?" Then it hits me. hey. the world didn't all grow up in Duncan where the psychiatric ward is on the fourth floor of the only hospital in town.
A friend of mine grew up in a small town in Saskatchewan. One time we were having supper with her and her husband and got talking about what was cool when we were kids. She says, "Remember when it was
so cool if you lived on a cul-de-sac?" Blank stares. Then it hit her. hey. the world didn't all grow up in Nipawin where the first cul-de-sac was apparently a novelty.
When I first moved to Calgary I used the word Skookumchuck. Sometimes shortened to Skookum. Seriously, the first person to comment on this blog or on my facebook wall with the right definition of SKOOKUM without looking it up gets a prize. Maybe a SKOOKUM bar. My mom thought it was so funny when I first used that word; to this day if she hadn't actually seen the
Skookumchuck hotel with her own two eyes she would think I made it up. So yesterday she was shopping and found a Skookum bar... of course she had to buy it... and so here I sit, munching on my skookum bar. Oh. I guess the prize might be one third of a skookum bar.
I'd love to here your "the world doesn't think like me" moments.
Tune in next time when we discuss whether tighty-whiteys should be called GINCH or GONCH or GITCH or GOTCH.
ps; mom you'd be proud to know that while I did my research for this post, I came across the only
skookumgal out there. Her name? Yep. Linda.