Are you like me? Do you overthink things? Or sometimes take a direction way too literally? Do you mix up your metaphors? Nouns? Verbs? I totally lost the word "bench" once for like a week. Where did it go?
I thought about naming this blog Michelle Misunderstands Things, but that's less catchy than bigger words mashed together in a funny way, so we're going with this.
I get confused a lot. Confuzzled, like, you're confused but also puzzled with a dash of brain fog? For example, have you ever looked out on a placid, clear body of water, and commented to your friends, what a gorgeous lake, only to have them look at you in perplexion, and remark that in fact, Michelle, that's a steel building? Maybe I needed glasses. Anywho.
The struggle for words likely stems from having studied too many other languages. I had brief introductions to Spanish and French in middle school, and took three years of Latin in high school. In college, I took three semesters of German, but actually minored again in Latin. I also took a couple semesters of French and ancient Greek, just for funsies. At the moment, I'm on another French kick with my Duolingo app, a couple of easy French Readers, and lots of French Netflix.
This one time in Latin class in college, the professor asked if anyone knew the story of how Odysseus tried to draft dodge the Trojan War (basically). I had never before raised my hand in this class because all these other kids were way smarter than me, but this tale I knew! I proceeded to recount for my classmates and professor how quirky old Odysseus attempted an insanity defense to recuse himself from battle. He got caught, though, when while driving his lawnmower in fun crop dust circles in the yard, the gods kept putting his infant son in his path, only to have Odysseus suddenly change directions. Obvs not cray, right?
Stony stares from my classmates alerted me to a potential problem in my narrative.
"His lawnmower?" the professor asked me with a raised eyebrow.
I dug really hard into the back of my brain where usually unneeded words are kept to find an alternative which could mean lawn-mowing but something from before simple engines were invented. Finally, with great difficulty, I retrieved the correct word: "Plow."
So if this sort of thing happens to you, or you just find it amusing, you will super love all of my embarrassing anecdotes! If not, well, I am not for everyone, and that's cool too. You do you. Go write your own blog about how you always know the correct word for every situation, and have never ever used a similarly sounding word in place of the word you actually meant. I'm sure it'll be awesome!
I thought about naming this blog Michelle Misunderstands Things, but that's less catchy than bigger words mashed together in a funny way, so we're going with this.
I get confused a lot. Confuzzled, like, you're confused but also puzzled with a dash of brain fog? For example, have you ever looked out on a placid, clear body of water, and commented to your friends, what a gorgeous lake, only to have them look at you in perplexion, and remark that in fact, Michelle, that's a steel building? Maybe I needed glasses. Anywho.
The struggle for words likely stems from having studied too many other languages. I had brief introductions to Spanish and French in middle school, and took three years of Latin in high school. In college, I took three semesters of German, but actually minored again in Latin. I also took a couple semesters of French and ancient Greek, just for funsies. At the moment, I'm on another French kick with my Duolingo app, a couple of easy French Readers, and lots of French Netflix.
This one time in Latin class in college, the professor asked if anyone knew the story of how Odysseus tried to draft dodge the Trojan War (basically). I had never before raised my hand in this class because all these other kids were way smarter than me, but this tale I knew! I proceeded to recount for my classmates and professor how quirky old Odysseus attempted an insanity defense to recuse himself from battle. He got caught, though, when while driving his lawnmower in fun crop dust circles in the yard, the gods kept putting his infant son in his path, only to have Odysseus suddenly change directions. Obvs not cray, right?
Stony stares from my classmates alerted me to a potential problem in my narrative.
"His lawnmower?" the professor asked me with a raised eyebrow.
I dug really hard into the back of my brain where usually unneeded words are kept to find an alternative which could mean lawn-mowing but something from before simple engines were invented. Finally, with great difficulty, I retrieved the correct word: "Plow."
So if this sort of thing happens to you, or you just find it amusing, you will super love all of my embarrassing anecdotes! If not, well, I am not for everyone, and that's cool too. You do you. Go write your own blog about how you always know the correct word for every situation, and have never ever used a similarly sounding word in place of the word you actually meant. I'm sure it'll be awesome!
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