England will remember me as the person who started the Anti-X Campaign, and who failed at it miserably.
I don’t know how the British got so obsessed with X — You know the X (meaning “kiss”) that they put in the end of every message they send (be it a simple text, an e-mail, anything!) — but they are, really are. And it’s infectious, really is.
I asked Joe one time about it, and he replied, “I’m not sure, maybe you should change British culture and start an anti X campaign” (he then put like dozens of Xs in the end of his message). Yes, a British man said X is “British Culture”. Culture.
It was in June, when I sometimes got very irritated with all the Xs I received in e-mails and texts, that I started the campaign. Why couldn’t I just be cool with it? Well, I don’t know. I mean, you just don’t throw kisses around five times a day (sometimes five times in 15 minutes when you’re texting with friends)!
So yeah, I sent messages and ended them with “AX” and sometimes “Z Z Z” (which wasn’t really cool, I must admit) or “N N N”. Okay, I have to be honest, when I said messages, I mean, the messages I sent to Joe (I cannot just send “N N N” to people, they will think I’m crazy. After all, it was him who gave me the Anti-X Campaign idea). While to others, I simply never replied to their Xs.
But my Anti-X Campaign wasn’t really successful. The main reason was because of my British friends who weren’t really helpful — as they kept putting Xs in the end of their messages, and even comments of Facebook. And I suddenly developed a strange, guilty feeling every time I didn’t throw a kiss back at them.
It’s the end of September now, and I’m about to leave England for home. And I just feel weird that, even without realising it, I’ve been putting Xs in every message I sent to my (mostly British) friends.
Oh England… I surrender!