It has been a rough week on the brain and body. I don't seem to have control over either anymore. I keep saying things that lead to glares and threats from Whitecastle. It took me three tries last week just to sign an authorship form. I didn't even write the article, I was just trying to take credit for it and even that was too hard. There are all these boxes you have to check and lies you have to agree to. Like how I contributed to the intellectual content of the paper. Then it took me ten minutes on Friday to figure out which way the Chinese subtitles were going at the old silent film I was watching. Did I ever mention that Chinese is my first language? And today, I dude'd a doctor.
(coming from behind in the hallway)
DocNice: Psst.
Moi: Oh hey, dude!
(pause)
DocNice: Did you just 'dude' me?
Moi: ... Maybe? I'm sorry. It slips out sometimes.
I'm actually not sorry. I'm surprised and proud that I hadn't accidentally dude-d someone sooner. Sure, there was that awkward encounter with Whitecastle when I caught myself halfway and mumbled so it sounded like "Goodnight, you" instead of "Goodnight, dude." But other than that, it's been more than a full year of respectfully addressing people correctly. I don't think I made it through more than a month at the Bo' before accidentally calling Susie 'dude.' Maybe I am growing up after all.
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