As you may already know, I am Canadian. I am proud to be Canadian.
But lately, I have noticed that when I talk to myself, (yes, I talk to myself – don’t you?) the voice in my head sounds American.
How can I tell that my inner voice is American, you may ask. I mean, our two great countries both have large English-speaking populations. We both have the same rules of grammar. And, with a few exceptions, our words have the same spellings. So how would I know?
My inner voice keeps saying ‘y’all.’ So I guess that means my inner voice is specifically southern American.
It’s crazy, y’all.
A while back I wrote a post and said: ‘parenting is hard, y’all.’
I have since been having lots of y’all moments.
As a Canadian, typically I would punctuate many sentences with eh. (Pronounced like the letter ‘A’)
I seem to have lost my eh. And I have replaced it with y’all.
Before I write a blog post at the computer, I write a bit in my head first. Lately it sounds like this inside my head when I am thinking about a post: “Guess what, y’all? The other day…”
I’ve never been to the southern United States. I have rarely had the chance to speak to someone from there – except online, of course.
I add the ‘u’ to words like colour, flavour and favourite – even if WordPress wants to correct me. I love Canada’s ‘u.’
I pronounce the letter Z “zed” instead of “zee.”
I drink “pop” instead of “soda.”
I love poutine. (OK – maybe everyone loves poutine.)
With all of the wintery-ness around here lately, I haven’t been getting out much. I haven’t been actually talking to a lot of people – because that would mean going outside.
I have been reading a lot of blogs. And as it turns out, some of the blogs I read are written by southern US mamas. I think I hear their voice and I am picking up on it. I read their words with their charming ‘y’alls’ and it is becoming part of my internal dialog, too.
The same thing happens to me when I go on a Jane Austen kick. My inner voice starts sounding a lot like Jennifer Ehle’s Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice.
So yes, I am Canadian. And yes, I most likely have a unique accent of my own. Maybe my inner snowbird is flying south for a while during this long Canadian winter.
Y’all, that’s alright, eh?
(See what I did there? Maybe my inner voice can have dual citizenship.)
Does your inner voice ever have an accent? No? Just me?