Otherwise, it's only when I start talking that people say, "Where are you from?" So if I were to lose my accent,
I guess the weirdness comes directly from my parents, and in turn I'm sure comes from theirs ...
They may not mean to, but they do.)
.... and in turn from their own experience as refugees and immigrants,
(But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
That be the verse. But by the third generation this seems a lame excuse. Still: My father read a lot to me when I was a small child. He found children's books boring, which they are, so he read the books that interested him.
I say strange things? Of course I do, I’m a foreigner.
Things here aren't right? Of course not, it's not home.
Being a foreigner is the all-purpose excuse for every social failing or pain.
They just thought, "What a weirdo."
And failing that, learning to act like it. And failing that, learning something else.
So please stay tuned.