But I'm trying man. It's been tough, but I've managed to include certified Chippewa Valley Normie language in just about every correspondence over the last week and a half and I am starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Referring to obvious non-sirs as "sir", was probably the first and easiest step to take in this transition. This aspect has been seamless.
After that super easy (shit, the "super"lative!) first step, I graduated to incorporating the ever popular and clearly incorrect usage of "myself" on it's own. Unironically adding it to the gratuitous, "circle back to follow up and loop myself in" phrase was a breeze.
I hate who I am becoming, but to put it simply, it's been liberating.
But shoot man, I am like one plural noun with an apostrophe away from wryly wearing Hey Dude shoe's.
Stay tuned for updates on this journey as I learn to live my current chosen truth.
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