I loved the Pogo comic strip (old shit from the '50s and one of the main influences on Bill Waterson for Calvin and Hobbes) growing up and it gave me the habit of using non-words like “momenterribly”. I know it makes people think I’m a moron and I don’t care.
It also gave me the habit of saying “Friday the 13th fall on a Tuesday this month”. Same effect and same apathy on my part.
My mom was a hippie and made her own bread and we always ate homemade food. When I went away to camp, I was the one pigging out on the sugary breakfast cereals like Froot Loops etc. while the other kids were busy being amazed by the eggs and pancakes and whatnot.
My dad does this, just boils vegetables and potatoes so long that they’re reduced to their component quarks and then serves them in a bowl with nothing on them. For bonus points, he makes sure they’ve cooled off to room temperature before we eat. I want to blame the Great Depression for this style of “cuisine”, but he was born after that shit.
I feel like the guy standing over the girl at a party with his hand on the wall above her head - to show “ownership” - is even more representative of the species.
My parents almost did this in India a few years back. They have travel agencies that plop you in a couple of nicely-appointed rail cars that you stay in for a month while they’re attached to different trains every night. You wake up each morning in a new city - basically a land cruise.