TABARNAC

I wore my Tabarnac t-shirt today. It’s like I’m going around swearing at the world. That’s exactly how I feel. Today.

One day at work, a colleague and I were talking and he said that he didn’t see much difference between English Canadians and Americans. We were the same culturally (pop culturally–I’m guessing). I know the differences because I live them everyday. The primary difference is though, I grew up in a Canadian state. It doesn’t make me less Canadian that I’m temporarily making a living in the States anymore than if I picked up and went to France for a few years.

Anyway. I’d bought my Tabarnac t-shirt from Montrealite.com last year. I wore this t-shirt to work the day after my colleague said he didn’t see much difference. He doesn’t know the difference, but I do. I swore at him all day long and he didn’t even know it. Somehow, in my odd way, I found that funny.

I’m wearing this t-shirt today though, because I’m just pissed at the grand state of affairs in my world. It’s a release–a silent scream so-to-speak. Somehow, I just feel better running around with a swear word on my chest.