For reasons unknown to me, X has always stood for the unknown. This post will be short, because I don’t know even more about X than I don’t know about anything else.
Even when Wilhelm Roentgen discovered electromagnetic waves that were previously unknown to scientists, he just called them X-Rays.
When pirates buried treasure, X marked the spot on a map, because, without the map, the location would be unknown. If they’d marked the location with a Taco Bell, I could find that treasure-chest quick and easy….though there’d be a hard decision to make. Dig up the treasure first – or have lunch at Taco Bell? Probably dig up the gold and jewels first, and use them to pay for lunch. Save some for a second course over at Pizza Hut.
If you are illiterate, you ‘sign’ documents with an X, because the ability to read and write is unknown to you, and then someone else must witness your signature. Mom and Dad rented a mobile home from a man in Florida who signed with an X. I’ve never met anyone quite that unschooled but, despite the ready availability of free education, some winners that I have met weren’t far above it.
I downloaded a prompt of Xenophobia, but with the number and degree of weird specimens that I’ve met locally, you’d have to go pretty far afield to come up with something better that I might fear or hate. More and more people are doing what I did, getting a DNA test. An amusing number of racist, white-supremacists are getting back results that show that they are actually 23% (or whatever) Negro. 😯 😳 I wonder how many heads have exploded under those pointy little white hoods.
It is unknown to me why road intersections are called X-crossings. Anywhere except in this strangely-laid-out city, my squirrelly, OCD brain insists that streets should meet at right angles. They should be called t-crossings….except that the Bible thumpers would then insist that each intersection represented the Holy cross, and we would need priests, instead of traffic cops.
Perhaps they all started out as plus signs (+), and just got drunk, or stoned, and fell over. As Canada makes marijuana legal on July 1 (Happy Canada Day – if you remember it) we’ll see more of that. Traffic lights will be replaced with bags of Doritos.
What a terrible thought! I think I’ll just X it out and invite you to return later, for the adventures of Y.