the people I met in the Corps couldn't believe it when I told them I was from Alabama.
People were asking me where I was from when I started working at home again, after being gone for an extended period. They were in disbelief when I told them I'm from here, because I had lost the accent.
It's back now, 5 years on. I was making a stupid joke in the car the other day & I could hear my Dad's voice coming out my mouth. It was weird!
After many years in the Corps I returned with no intention of staying,
I had a plan to move to Australasia about a year before I got out of the service, and got a MAC flight to Oz immediately after being discharged.
Oh wait, I did at least drive my Mustang across the country & put it in storage first.
The plan was to stay there indefinitely, but when the jobs started drying up in Thailand, and I was a little fed up with the "culture", I came home.
It took me a lot of those years before I realized I was becoming one of the good ole boys,
I never was, even when I worked construction, but I am completely disconnected from the people around here, including people I went to high school with.
it's honestly like speaking another language, but it makes life so much simpler when they think you are one of them.
I probably could have faked it pretty easily when I was younger & wearing flannel for the construction jobs.
Now I've got hair longer than some of their wives & all I ever wear is rock band t-shirts, Black Sabbath, Ramones, Motorhead.
You'd have to basically live just like these yokels to fit in. I mean, when a guy picks on you in traffic over your hand positions on the steering wheel, you have to wonder exactly what the heck is wrong with that person, but it's just ingrained in the redneck society I suppose. You're supposed to put out an air of manliness while you're driving your jacked up pickup truck.
It's so bad around here that even the women sometimes look just like men about to go hunting, in camouflage fatigues and with their baseball caps with the rolled up brim. It's just wrong!
Yeah, I know, they have their way of dressing and it's none of my business, just like where I put my hands on my steering wheel is none of their business.
I could go on, but... [/rant]