Someone told me today I’m a weirdo.
Not even the first time it happens. I get that all the time. Variations of the same theme: Insane, crazy, weird, weirdo.
It all started because that person asked me today why I came to Canada. And I only get that, oh I don’t know, about ten times a day.
It usually goes like this:
Person: So, you have an accent. Where are you from?
Me: Colombia
Person: Oh nice! Why did you come to Canada?
Me: Because it’s fucking hell there I always wanted to come here.
Person: oh, why?
Me: I always wanted to come to Canada, since I was little. [shrug]
Person: And how do you like winters? Coming from Colombia, it must be hard for you
Me: Not at all. I love winter. And snow
Person: Really? why?
Me: Because it’s cold. I don’t like heat
Person: You’re weird
Happy SSG
Summer Solstice Musings 
I live in Oregon, USA, and when people find out I left California to enjoy the Oregon rain, they FREAK OUT. We are a rare breed, SSG. We need to stick together.
Indeed we do.
Also, you’re gonna like my next post!
I had a student from Colombia a few terms ago, who – the day the course wrapped up – thanked me for not asking her if she left Colombia because she was involved in a drug cartel (yup, that’s a regular question she got…nice, eh?).
Oh yeah. I haven’t got that one but I get asked very often if I have good quality cocaine on me, you know, being Colombian and all
I’m a weirdo too. I’ve always thought of it as a complement, suggesting that I’m supernatural and awesome… is that being overly optimistic? I think people tend to forget the good things about their own backyards. We like to look over the hedge.
Oh I always smile and take it as a compliment! I have never been mainstream, not even as a child.