I tend to overthink trivial occurences/events that I notice/happen to me throughout the day. Certain things tend to catch my eye and as I settle down at night and recount my glorious day, those are the little things that tend to nag me the most. On a superficial level, they might seem perfectly normal, but my subconscious doesn’t let it slide—it identifies certain anomalies that might lie dormant from mainstream thought but are prone to reemerge at the most inopportune times.
One of my friends had a Facebook status that said, “Flying back from Chi-town!” There’s no doubt that he meant Chicago, so I went on with my life, not giving it a second thought. But wait, “Chi-town?” That seems a little off. What is it about “Chi-town” that bugs me? Who knows, let’s just sleep on it.
At 5:43am, my subconscious woke me up and I thought to myself, “Chi-town? How the FUCK do you pronounce that?” Could it be SHH-Town? After all, it IS pronounced SHH-Cago. But that’s ridiculous, I’m pretty sure no one says that. Then how about Chi— as in Chi-squared values, Chi-Omega? KAI? KAI-town? But then that doesn’t even relate back to Chicago’s original pronunciation. Plus— KAI-KAGO. If I say that too quickly, it’s like “cock-cock-cock;” probably not the intention of the person that coined “Chi-Town.”
Wikipedia. NOW.
“Chi-Town” or “Chitown” — Pronunciation of this nickname can vary from /ˈtʃaɪtaʊn/ to /ˈʃaɪtaʊn/ (from chai-town to shy-town).
How deceptive. Let’s go back to bed.
๏̯͡๏﴿ Sad owl.
