A story about how I thought it was Nagoya dialect, but it wasn't.

I was talking to Chappy about Nagoya dialect recently🤭

Then I realized that I had thought all the words I use were Nagoya dialect.

But when I think about it, there are quite a few words I've only ever heard at home🤣

For example,

"Mo~"

This one.

I use it normally, but apparently when I say it to people from elsewhere, they're like, 'What's that?'🤣

Also,

"Ki-tsukene"

or

"Shimattoite"

and so on.

Now that I think about it, I can't tell if they're Nagoya dialect or just my family's words, it's hopeless🤣

The most surprising thing is that even when I try to write in Nagoya dialect, it doesn't come up in the kanji conversion.

So when it becomes text, standard Japanese gets mixed in.

I hadn't noticed that at all~🤣

Even though I'm speaking in Nagoya dialect normally, it suddenly becomes serious when I write it down.

It's like I'm a different person.

Come to think of it, an ex-boyfriend once told me,

"That's not normal, you know."

I've even been told that before🤣

At the time, I wondered what they meant, but thinking back on it now, maybe my version of normal was actually quite unique.

I take off my clothes starting from the bottom,

and the last thing is my socks,

and I always leave just one centimeter of barley tea in the pitcher🤣

I thought all of that was normal, too.

But lately, I've been thinking.

That dialects aren't just about words.

Rules specific to each household,

phrases that only family members understand,

all of that is mixed in there too.

So even when I think I'm speaking Nagoya dialect,

maybe I'm actually talking about my family's history🤭

Well, there's one thing I can say for sure.

I never realized it at all until now〰️🤣