Pet Peeve #38 – Dap Confusion

It seems that wherever I go, there is a different variation of dap. For a long time, as long as I can remember dapping, I have been a grabber. I was bred into grabbing. I have grown accustomed to it. I have lived outside of Adelaide of about seven years now, and now I’m back for a few months and everything I have grown to know and love has changed. My world has been flipped upside down.

I come home to this thing where it’s like a medium five followed by a bump. And without knowing this, I come to my city trying to grip on the dap, only for the opposing hand to dart away as if to avoid infection. This results in an, “Uh, oh, whoop... hahahaha (oh gawd),” type of scenario.

Do I want a universal dap? No. Do I want my ‘friends’ to give me a little heads up when an entire city decides to change its greeting? That would be nice. Maybe even a few practice runs.