Sudden Gush, Please Look Away
Dude, it's so awesome being able to converse with people a world away in their own native language. Russians are an interesting lot, and Russian furries are even more interesting. They are quick to make acquaintances* on the internet, usually using familiar "you" form. Usually very friendly, and it's very interesting how few of them can speak English. The ones that do are very shy about speaking, but I try to get them to speak in English and I in Russian so we can laugh at each other and correct each other's mistakes.
I still don't know why I want to go to Russia. It's practically a third-world country in many of the most basic respects (i.e. bathrooms, water quality, prevalence of bribing, stealing, shoddy customer service, etc.). But it's just such a tragic country. I want to go there to experience a harsh Russian winter, where frostbite is a major concern, snow lasts for days, and icicles become an actual personal hazard. I want to see packs of wild Russian dogs on the street. I want to eat terrible Russian food (all Russian food is awful**, with the exception of Russian pastries). I want to hang out with a Russian friend and get so shitfaced on alcohol that I wake up in a train station with no pants. Above all, I want to visit a Russian McDonalds just once in my life, just to say I did it. Fuck the Hermitage, fuck Red Square - McDonalds. Yep.
That's all. Вот и всё.
* - For Russians, the word "friend" is really very special and it's a status that must be earned. Simply meeting someone on the internet and speaking with them a couple of times does not make you friends in the true Russian sense.
** - Russian food is either boiled, salted, or pickled. They may insert the word "roasted" in every so often, but really it's the three blandest words in the food world that sum up Russian cuisine. (I haven't a single Russian friend who cares for spicy food.) And everything is liberally coated in either mayonnaise or sour cream. No. Thank you.
Current mood:
odd
Current music: Nothing
I still don't know why I want to go to Russia. It's practically a third-world country in many of the most basic respects (i.e. bathrooms, water quality, prevalence of bribing, stealing, shoddy customer service, etc.). But it's just such a tragic country. I want to go there to experience a harsh Russian winter, where frostbite is a major concern, snow lasts for days, and icicles become an actual personal hazard. I want to see packs of wild Russian dogs on the street. I want to eat terrible Russian food (all Russian food is awful**, with the exception of Russian pastries). I want to hang out with a Russian friend and get so shitfaced on alcohol that I wake up in a train station with no pants. Above all, I want to visit a Russian McDonalds just once in my life, just to say I did it. Fuck the Hermitage, fuck Red Square - McDonalds. Yep.
That's all. Вот и всё.
* - For Russians, the word "friend" is really very special and it's a status that must be earned. Simply meeting someone on the internet and speaking with them a couple of times does not make you friends in the true Russian sense.
** - Russian food is either boiled, salted, or pickled. They may insert the word "roasted" in every so often, but really it's the three blandest words in the food world that sum up Russian cuisine. (I haven't a single Russian friend who cares for spicy food.) And everything is liberally coated in either mayonnaise or sour cream. No. Thank you.
Current mood:
odd
Current music: Nothing