Cityot – [pronounced ‘city-OT’] – a person who obviously lives in an urban centre and when they venture out of the urban centre into ‘the burbs’ or ‘the country’ they stick out like someone wearing black at a white party.
Having lived in a big Urban Centre now for 4 years, I myself am becoming more and more of a Cityot. I can’t help it though, it’s probably the main reason why I didn’t fit in when I lived in the smaller cities…I just didn’t belong.
Just a few reasons as why I didn’t belong:
- I’m not normal. In fact, I’m kind of a giant weirdo.
- I never stop talking. I talk so much that I talk in my sleep.
- I like to dress in costumes. Sometimes I try to dress like a trust fund girl, or I’ll dress like a make-up artist in all black. Pretty much, everyday I’m in a different persona.
- I hate talking about home reno’s and decor. I’d rather be shot in the head.
- I have no intention of settling down before 30. In small cities, this is almost a MUST.
Anyway, recently a friend and myself decided it would be fun to go for dinner in the ‘burbs’. Wanting to be comfortable I decided that the perfect outfit for this road trip would be:
- My fur boots
- Socks with snowflakes on them pulled up over my tights
- An off the shoulder cut Captain America T-shirt
- Red lipstick
So, with my friend who always looks like a Beatle and myself looking like a typical-jen-woodall-spectacle we decided to venture into a Jack Astors in the middle of Burbia.
We were seated in a booth at the bar. Apparently so were multiple hockey playing groups of dudes. They were all in their T-shirts and ball caps, and I was a hotmess hanging with Ringo. Needless to say, the stares (albeit warranted) were plentiful. It appeared as though strange Cityots do not venture into that part of the woods too often.