licorice
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I was so depressed about living in an alien culture today that I actually cried. I'm just so tired of being different in unchangeable ways and facing bridges social skills won't help me cross no matter how good I become. I don’t know why I am this way, but my values and personality just don’t align with Western culture and people have been recommending places I’d like since I was small. Two recommendations for Japan, one from a friend who’s moving there to teach next year. Countless recommendations for other countries far from home.
I’m taking a communications class that has included sections about culture, and it makes me ache to read the comparisons and look at where I am versus what’s out there that would have been so much better to be born into. It aches to read about working with ESL students and to hear about the differences in the way they communicate and the way their languages work. I'm the first choice when it comes to working with them for a reason.
My only alternative to this mental, emotional, and most of all spiritual loneliness would be to be that awkward white person who moves in, butchers the language, and acts like one of the locals. I would only want to be around people who communicate in a way that makes sense and have norms and expectations that I’d thrive under, but I’m sure that’s the impression I’d give and the reactions wouldn’t be pretty. What would even be the point of that? Begging like a dumb, lost puppy to be adopted by a new culture and taken in as one of their own?
I hate living in the US. I hate it here! I wish my great-grandparents had never moved here! No matter how much I try to explain myself beneath the surface I’m so different that people have to warp and twist me in order to wrap their minds around what I'm saying.
And of course I’ll regret all this after I’ve calmed down. Letting on what I freak I was born as.
I’m taking a communications class that has included sections about culture, and it makes me ache to read the comparisons and look at where I am versus what’s out there that would have been so much better to be born into. It aches to read about working with ESL students and to hear about the differences in the way they communicate and the way their languages work. I'm the first choice when it comes to working with them for a reason.
My only alternative to this mental, emotional, and most of all spiritual loneliness would be to be that awkward white person who moves in, butchers the language, and acts like one of the locals. I would only want to be around people who communicate in a way that makes sense and have norms and expectations that I’d thrive under, but I’m sure that’s the impression I’d give and the reactions wouldn’t be pretty. What would even be the point of that? Begging like a dumb, lost puppy to be adopted by a new culture and taken in as one of their own?
I hate living in the US. I hate it here! I wish my great-grandparents had never moved here! No matter how much I try to explain myself beneath the surface I’m so different that people have to warp and twist me in order to wrap their minds around what I'm saying.
And of course I’ll regret all this after I’ve calmed down. Letting on what I freak I was born as.