Contrary to popular belief, English is my first language. My accent throws off a lot of people.
That was a joke.
But no matter that I’ve had twenty years of experience with the English language, there still come phrases that force me to pause from my fake-laughing and say, “…what?”
There’s a phrase I’ve grown up hearing. My old foe. It’s the phrase: “You’re something else.”
I’ve heard it after laughing.
“Haha! Rebekah you are something else.”
I’ve heard it with a scoff and a head shake.
“Wow. You’re something else.”
I’ve heard it with a shrug and a smile.
“Well, she’s definitely something else!”
Call me sensitive, but I’m insulted!
And I don’t even know why.
Here’s this phrase I’ve heard over and over, with different connotations, and I can’t figure it out!
I feel dumb, and annoyed, and confused, yet flattered?
I mean. How dare you use a phrase I don’t understand!
Do you also get a sick pleasure from reading Shakespeare to 3-year-olds? I bet you’re one of those people who uses words like “fuchsia” and “serendipity” in an every day sentence.
“You’re something else…”
Does this mean you’re annoyed with me? Are you alluding to the fact that I’m not human but in fact an extra terrestrial princess? Or are you saying that I’m fun and unique and you think my toes are gorgeous and my teeth are straight?
USE YOUR WORDS.
Why must we create these doggone sentences that take until the end of time before we can read and understand what seemed to be written so plainly on the wall?
I now understand why, instead of attempting verbal communication with foreigners, we stick to the protocol of hand signals and grunting. It’s for the benefit of everyone’s present mental health.
Oh-Speaker-Of-The-Phrase, what is this “else” that you speak of? If I’m something “else,” what’s something regular?
I don’t think it’s fair that this phrase can be an insult OR a creepy saying for I have an alien girl fetish, and I think YOU may be the one because you’re something else …I see you, Neytiri…
That’s a steep 50/50.
But then, my writing this post may leave you thinking that I’m something else.
It’s a never ending cycle, isn’t it?