I recently heard someone talk about her experience with culture shock. Some of her coping shenanigans involved dating a lion tamer and an attempted b&e. My move three hours south has not been that dramatic but I've gotten into a few situations.
Here is a potential conversation (based on true events) that I would like to have with my grandma one day:
Grandma: So how are things going in Calgary?
Me: Ummm... okay. I joined a gang with my gay friend and a boy I met on the internet who I have developed a non-sexy friendship with.
Grandma: Errrr....
Me: Yeah. I had a crush on that boy until he brought me into a conversation that ended with my talking about hymens.
Grandma: Oh my....
Me: No. It was good. I have since implemented what I call the "hymen threshold".
Grandma: Errrr....
Me: Yah, and my non-sexy just sent me lesbian porn.
Grandma: ???
Me: I'm glad we had this conversation.
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Oh to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. Have I mentioned that I love that you are blogging again?
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