Tiffany Grannath Husband

zanagi @ 2006-05-23T15: 42:00

Ahh, life in Japan is demanding. In social terms, I mean. Japanese have always something to do with whatever I do mean ALWAYS except when they sleep at night (hopefully). It's unbelievable. It really gets the impression that you are not normal times when you have not scheduled a half day for social activities such as club meetings, job, college, parties, meeting friends and whatever falls even lower. Japanese students go to college in the morning and come home at night. And now it's just me. If I have no education degree, I am writing all day at SMS, rushing from one appointment to lunch (with someone I barely know) for making the university's circle for which I am interested in (which I promptly 20 new people are presented), if I can luck an hour left before the Internet got people overflowing computer room, before I make my way to the "interview" for a possible second job, and then again after probably dragged along to a party somewhere to be. When I come home exhausted, my apartment door shut behind me and think I can breathe again because I'm finally surrounded by dozens of people not even announces my phone a text message to me again after another.
And so we come to the part that really bugs me is extreme: Japanese must always confirm each other that they had fun with whatever you've done together. If I give someone my phone number I can be sure that we've barely passed each other a text message comes in is assured me again how "tanoshikatta" the common experience was, I am asked whether I had fun and that we should again soon what to do together. I find that on the one hand really awfully nice and attentive. But when I finally have some time to relax and have me a little with M-chan to talk (which we do not spend all day), I just do not want to write half a dozen futile SMS with more or less the same content. It's like homework. * Sigh *
What I still can handle very poorly is the fact that you get constant compliments from all sides (especially girls). Excerpt from any conversation:
Girl: You're so pretty.
I (slept with shaggy hair, embarrassed): No, no, not me.
girl: Your skin is white, so beautiful. Kireiiii!
I: In Germany it's cool when you're tanned.
girl: What real? * Stalin * Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: No, I have no friend.
girl: What? Why not? You're determined popular with boys.
Me: No, I'm not! And friends are too demanding.
And that is then repeated with every girl who sat down with us at the table while I was impatient with a red face, waiting for us as soon as possible all the mandatory Komplimentiererei behind us and finally we begin to entertain.

Do not get me wrong. I enjoy life here really great fun and I think it's great as are all committed to us, it's just terribly strenuous. I can not really relax when I'm surrounded by a bunch of more or less alien faces. I am someone who takes time for themselves and I get to know people better, individually or in small groups. Then I remember at least the chance to me their names and faces. ^ ^; Well, maybe I'm not used to so much turmoil simple. I'll get used to it (have to).