There are a few times when I just really suck at this being cultured thing. That normally wouldn't be an issue if I didn't think I knew what I was talking about. Some examples:
I met a girl from Hungary the other day, I asked if she lived near Sofia....which is in Bulgaria...about 700 km away
At dinner the other day with friends I asked the people at the other end of the table what they were talking about. They said Faust. I said, "oh yeah" then started singing (on bum) Hall of the Mountain King..which is a song by Ibsen, not a character in a book.
Later friends were chatting about German philosophers and artists. I had a very Bart Simpson moment when I realized I knew of them, and next to nothing about them.
I was asked who my favorite American director was and I realized I can only name about three. So I said M Night Shyamalan, representing Philly.
While doodling in class I started drawing a map of Europe and I was all proud of myself since I thought I was doing a great job drawing the borders of Western European countries. Then I realized I have no idea what Germany's shape was, but I did know relatively where it went. Then I got to the Balkans and I had to leave that blank. A French classmate helped me fill the rest in.
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