*Much thanks to Invader Stu from Invading Holland for inspiring me to make my own lists.
-You no longer flinch at hearing the siren that sounds at noon every first Wednesday of the month.
-You've stopped asking the French why it even sounds in the first place because the answer will always be "I don't know."
-You've started to eat pizza and burgers with a knife and fork.
-Nut allergies be damned, the Nutella Overlord is now a permanent presence in your house. Even if you don't eat it or know for an incontestable fact that Speculoos easily blows it out of the water, you will always keep the kitchen cupboards stocked with a Nutella jar (just in case).
-You no longer giggle like a sophomoric adolescent over the fact that the Nesquik Bunny's name is "Quicky."
-You've stopped crying into your pillow at night and have come to terms that the toxic, sugar and chemical-laced and nuclear neon-colored foods that you used to enjoy from back home are now quite revolting to your palate.
-In fact, the foods from back home downright scare you. (I'm looking at YOU, Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, you toxic, sodium-laced, neon-orange "cheese" sauce monstrosity.)
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-You can't fathom leaving the house without a scarf because you are convinced that it's against the law to not wear one, punishable by a 1.000 Euro fine and/or face calling jail your temporary address for one month.
-The same goes for wearing workout shoes, such as trainers/sneakers, with clothes other than those specifically intended for exercising. (That's punishable by up to two years in prison.)
-You start to forget that other people speak languages besides French.
-When these people address you in your native tongue, you wonder if you are somehow caught in an episode of The Twilight Zone.
-If you live in the provinces: You think Paris is an overrated Disneyland and is not "the real France." You could never imagine yourself living there (but secretly would like to do so, just to see what it is all about).
-If you live in Paris: You think the provinces are quaint for a visit. ONLY a visit. Possibly to see Mamie and Papy. You could never fathom residing anywhere outside of la région parisienne and survive. No, not even in medium-sized cities like Dijon or Nantes.
-You can name at least one French reality T.V. "star."
-And despite never having seen a single episode of their show, you know for what they are infamous/what their catch phrases are.
-You have a favorite French YouTuber.
-The fact that the SNCF is on strike is not shocking news to you. Rather, it's just an inevitable fact of life, much like birth, bowel movements, and death.
For other signs to see if you are turning French, click the link to discover the first list.
Signs You *May* Be Turning French
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-Barb the French Bean