Realization

So its me, just casually sitting in my room, watching the bells of saint john (doctor who episode) and drinking a mug of hot english breakfast tea, when it occurred to me. My brain thinks I'm british.

I am always buying things for no reason whatsoever other then they have the british flag on them (the thing in the pic my sonic screwdriver is sitting on is a nail polish box, which my mum got for me, specifically because it had a british flag on it) I consume an obscene amount of hot tea (english breakfast by twining's of england, yum), and my favorite shows consist of everything BBC (Merlin, Doctor Who, Downton Abbey). My mum has gone thrifting and saw an XL T- shirt (keeping in mind that I'm and XS guys) that was waaaaaay too big for me. Why did she buy it you ask? It said london, england on the front, and had a british flag. Yep. And I keep trying to get my family members to drink hot tea, but my cousin told me his favorite tea was lipton (no. just no.) and when I made him some proper tea he said it tasted like dishwater (blasphemy to all us tea drinkers, I know). I also made him watch an episode of Doctor Who (the eleventh hour, cuz he's never seen it) and he didnt like it. He didn't like Doctor Who. I made him watch another episode.