Something I forgot to tell you guys. I was “invited” by a fraternity last semester. I told them, very very carefully, that I was delighted and honored (both true, but I was also equally terrified), but joining a frat just isn’t in the cards. I really don’t have anything against fratmen per se. Early on I have learned to make a distinction between status and conduct. I’ve had friends and officemates who were fratmen and they’re among the most decent persons I know. Every now and then they’d show me a scar or tell me rumble stories and I’d go: “Hahaha. Good for you, ol’ chap!”
No, none of the usual stereotypes and nightmares are responsible for my reluctance. You see, it’s not them. It’s me.
I have trouble with archaic, formal titles. Lord Chancellor. Grand Archon. Knight Commander. I am deathly afraid that one day, I will have to approach one of these people and it’ll go something like this:
Knight Commander: Initiate Baez, how is the fund drive going?
Me: UhmThe fund drive, yes. Er.
Knight Commander: Well!?!
Me: Knight Commander, sirThe orcs have taken the east side of the river! We are in dire need of reinforcements!
You see? I just can’t say Lord Chancellor or whatnot and keep a straight face. I just don’t have it in me.

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