trying not to be a prick

my weird accent

when i came back to live in australia, people kept asking me where i was from. it confused me no end.

i remember the first time - taking a surf lesson, an english guy asked me where i was from.

baffled, i told him i’m australian. he looked equally baffled and said, ‘you don’t have any kind of accent - just neutral.’

it wasn’t until a few months later that i noticed the pattern. only non-australian anglophones asked. or foreigners who spoke english well.

everyone else just thought i sounded australian. maybe a little stuck up, but still australian.

i eventually traced it back to mongolia - i’d had to make myself understood. i softened my accent, spent time with people from all parts of the world, and used american words - the kinds everyone seems to understand.

i don’t grieve for my old accent. and i don’t think i’m special for having a new one. but it’s part of me now.

so today, when a frenchman asked me where i was from, i just said i lived overseas for a long time.

‘that’s why my accent’s a little weird.’

i guess i am too.

#authenticity #identity #reflection