Americans don’t know what country they live in

Ok so

Has anyone noticed how Americans generally answer the question of “where are you from” with their state, regardless of context?

Like, when I lived in Japan, people would go around the room and say where they were from, and it would be like “I’m from Norway. I’m from Canada. I’m from New Zealand. I’m from California.”

And I was listening to a podcast where a bunch of listeners had sent in self-addressed envelopes, and the Americans (and *only* the Americans) had a tendency to omit the letters “USA” from their address. Over and over.

Does anyone have any theories as to why this happens in the US so much more frequently than elsewhere? Because I lived in the United States for like the first 13 years of my life and I still have no idea.



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In Mexico, as in other countries, we learned the following:

“The continent is called America. It is sub divided in South America, North America and Central America.

The United States is a republic founded on the continent of America, hence the derived long form name United States of America. The United States is of America, it is not America. And it is located in America’s subcontinental region, North America. Hence why it was also known as the United States of North America.

Americans include North AMERICANS, Central AMERICANS, South AMERICANS, Latin AMERICANS, etc.. Everyone from the American continent, irrespective of region or nationality, is an American.”

And yes, Mexico is part of North America.

I live in the same town my grandparents grew up in (oddly enough since I grew up 100 miles from here).

I was thrift shopping today and I found my Grandpa’s senior high school yearbook from 1939.

There’s a half page dedication written by the yearbook staff. The last paragraph surprised me and took my breath away. It’s patriotic and strong and so applicable to today. I found it moving that a group of 17 & 18 year old seniors could write something that resonates 78 years later.

I thought I’d share it with you.