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Feb. 4th, 2006 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foi_nefasteI hung out with a friend from highschool today - he called at 11, I wasn't doing anything much, we spent the afternoon hanging out. It was nice. Except that I realized that we don't actually have much in common anymore - he's nice, and interesting, and has been doing fairly cool stuff... but... how can I summarize this? Ah, yes - he's into Québécois and techno music and hates sci-fi, and is as far from being a geek as my cat is. Despite this... well, he's one of the few parts of high school that was fun/interesting/bearable, so, in that sense, I'd like to at least stay in contact with him.
Second realisation: French is an issue. Speaking with someone who doesn't understand English for hours on end is rather demanding, especially in terms of cultural references - sheesh, I never realized how much of what I do is completely English! Books, movies, whatever. And he mostly watches Quebec movies (which I haven't seen), listens to french music (again, don't really listen to any)... different frames of reference. And apparently I get an English accent after a bottle of wine, but I'd have to take his word on that (and since he'd had as much wine as I had, I'm not entirely sure how much I believe that). So... totally different frames of reference. Despite shared history, of sorts. It was strange.
And, on that note, I'm going to go have a glass of water and hope that I won't have a headache tomorrow morning - for some reason, red wine seems to give me headaches, even when I don't drink that much of it.
Second realisation: French is an issue. Speaking with someone who doesn't understand English for hours on end is rather demanding, especially in terms of cultural references - sheesh, I never realized how much of what I do is completely English! Books, movies, whatever. And he mostly watches Quebec movies (which I haven't seen), listens to french music (again, don't really listen to any)... different frames of reference. And apparently I get an English accent after a bottle of wine, but I'd have to take his word on that (and since he'd had as much wine as I had, I'm not entirely sure how much I believe that). So... totally different frames of reference. Despite shared history, of sorts. It was strange.
And, on that note, I'm going to go have a glass of water and hope that I won't have a headache tomorrow morning - for some reason, red wine seems to give me headaches, even when I don't drink that much of it.
