A diary of Japan
This isn't a diary, and I personally can't really see myself commiting to write a diary.
I must, however, clarify that I did go through moments in which lying in my bed and writing in a flux would help me organize (or mess up) my own thoughts.
Anything would just jump in on and join that flux writing state. Therefore, there was surely a fair amount of personal matters jolted down, but what are personal matters if not a less potent version of society's matters with a name stamped on them?
As I type this on this little technological prize I'm showing off, a girl across the wagon checks her make up very ostensively.
Girls can sometimes be very silly in how they show off.
The train stops and some more peple get in, forming the "gaijin perimeter" around me. I would have been bothered some months ago, but now it amuses me.
And one thing that has been asked of me several times by Japanese people, and I didn't quite realize how to properly answer, is: why do you like Japan? Well, it took me some time to figure out what was being asked. Most people won't actually ask you what they want to hear. Even if you think it's a shame, and I think that too, since this isn't exclusive to Japan or any other country I'm aware of, one might as well get used to this convoluted form of communication. So when a lovely Japanese girl asks me "why do you like Japan?" frowning with an air of sarcasm, I hear "how can you like a country as boring as mine?"
I don't find it boring at all, and maybe that's why the actual place that question was coming from remained oblivious to me for a long time. Now that I'd finally figured out what was the problem, it took me but a few minutes to answer: I don't live in the same Japan as you do.
I must, however, clarify that I did go through moments in which lying in my bed and writing in a flux would help me organize (or mess up) my own thoughts.
Anything would just jump in on and join that flux writing state. Therefore, there was surely a fair amount of personal matters jolted down, but what are personal matters if not a less potent version of society's matters with a name stamped on them?
As I type this on this little technological prize I'm showing off, a girl across the wagon checks her make up very ostensively.
Girls can sometimes be very silly in how they show off.
The train stops and some more peple get in, forming the "gaijin perimeter" around me. I would have been bothered some months ago, but now it amuses me.
And one thing that has been asked of me several times by Japanese people, and I didn't quite realize how to properly answer, is: why do you like Japan? Well, it took me some time to figure out what was being asked. Most people won't actually ask you what they want to hear. Even if you think it's a shame, and I think that too, since this isn't exclusive to Japan or any other country I'm aware of, one might as well get used to this convoluted form of communication. So when a lovely Japanese girl asks me "why do you like Japan?" frowning with an air of sarcasm, I hear "how can you like a country as boring as mine?"
I don't find it boring at all, and maybe that's why the actual place that question was coming from remained oblivious to me for a long time. Now that I'd finally figured out what was the problem, it took me but a few minutes to answer: I don't live in the same Japan as you do.
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