MOVING SUCKS REAL BAD
but you guys already knew that, right?
so if you haven't heard me complaining for the last month, i switched jobs again and moved yet again...in japan. still in the same prefecture, though it was close there for a second.
so i moved from a small cozy apartment near EVERYTHING (less than 5 min walk to: post office, bank, kfc, ito yokado, donki, mr donuts, 100yen shop, mcdonalds, 2 ramen places, kaiten zushi, amusement area) to a drafty, cold, tatami-filled house owned by the boe in a place thats about 10 degrees (in C, not F) colder than where i used to be. and what is it near?
hmmm... i found a shortcut that gets me to the train station after a 20min walk, which also puts me near a teeny conbini that closes at 11pm. oh inaka, i never truly knew thee (except for visiting nishipoot) until now.
but why i really wanted to post was,
apart from using up the rest of my hour at the internet cafe,
while on the train, i was unfortunately the only one in a compartment style booth seat. sooo, 2 guys (of a 3 guy group) came in and sat down. they're kinda loud but whatever, right? i got my tunes on and my book out on top of my packpack resting on my lap. only the dude who decided to sit next to me straight up is staring over my shoulder. i look over and pull off my head phones, and he reads off the phrase "i'm watching". why yes, you are indeed, sir. D:
now that he's gotten me to take off my headphones he tries to engage me in conversation. plz keep in mind this is the day when i got NO SLEEP and hadn't seen the inside of a shower (except to clean it, not myself) in a few days. he talks about how its amazing i can read the english and he definitely cant understand any of it. then, he fingers the things hanging off my packpack (a mario kart banana peel and a little clay bear made by one of the kindergarten teachers for me) and talks some more. tells me about how they just came from a wedding and the friend sitting across cried like a baby, etc.
throughout all this ive tried to be as unreceptive to conversation as possible. im not that receptive on the best of days anyway, especially when im alone, but nothing was working. i gave one word answers, weak smiles, stuck my headphones back on, but he kept wiggling his fingers in front of my face to get my attn.
finally, i get this gem:
we are from hiroshima. (oh, ok.)
what you think hiroshima? (uhhhh...)
bomb? mimics mushroom cloud
...
...
...
i was really tired and confused, so i just said the first thing that popped into my head: sorry about that.
he told me it was ok, and that we're friends now.
yay?
thankfully, he and his friends got off at a stop soon after and i was left in peace.
seriously, japanese people(strangers) never try to initiate convo with me when im alone bc i dont look foreign enough for their LETS TALKING TO THE GAIJIN ENJOY! sensors to activate. but of course, when im at my grumpiest, sleepiest, ugliest, and stinkiest, it happens.
thats all and my internet time is up.
so if you haven't heard me complaining for the last month, i switched jobs again and moved yet again...in japan. still in the same prefecture, though it was close there for a second.
so i moved from a small cozy apartment near EVERYTHING (less than 5 min walk to: post office, bank, kfc, ito yokado, donki, mr donuts, 100yen shop, mcdonalds, 2 ramen places, kaiten zushi, amusement area) to a drafty, cold, tatami-filled house owned by the boe in a place thats about 10 degrees (in C, not F) colder than where i used to be. and what is it near?
hmmm... i found a shortcut that gets me to the train station after a 20min walk, which also puts me near a teeny conbini that closes at 11pm. oh inaka, i never truly knew thee (except for visiting nishipoot) until now.
but why i really wanted to post was,
apart from using up the rest of my hour at the internet cafe,
while on the train, i was unfortunately the only one in a compartment style booth seat. sooo, 2 guys (of a 3 guy group) came in and sat down. they're kinda loud but whatever, right? i got my tunes on and my book out on top of my packpack resting on my lap. only the dude who decided to sit next to me straight up is staring over my shoulder. i look over and pull off my head phones, and he reads off the phrase "i'm watching". why yes, you are indeed, sir. D:
now that he's gotten me to take off my headphones he tries to engage me in conversation. plz keep in mind this is the day when i got NO SLEEP and hadn't seen the inside of a shower (except to clean it, not myself) in a few days. he talks about how its amazing i can read the english and he definitely cant understand any of it. then, he fingers the things hanging off my packpack (a mario kart banana peel and a little clay bear made by one of the kindergarten teachers for me) and talks some more. tells me about how they just came from a wedding and the friend sitting across cried like a baby, etc.
throughout all this ive tried to be as unreceptive to conversation as possible. im not that receptive on the best of days anyway, especially when im alone, but nothing was working. i gave one word answers, weak smiles, stuck my headphones back on, but he kept wiggling his fingers in front of my face to get my attn.
finally, i get this gem:
we are from hiroshima. (oh, ok.)
what you think hiroshima? (uhhhh...)
bomb? mimics mushroom cloud
...
...
...
i was really tired and confused, so i just said the first thing that popped into my head: sorry about that.
he told me it was ok, and that we're friends now.
yay?
thankfully, he and his friends got off at a stop soon after and i was left in peace.
seriously, japanese people(strangers) never try to initiate convo with me when im alone bc i dont look foreign enough for their LETS TALKING TO THE GAIJIN ENJOY! sensors to activate. but of course, when im at my grumpiest, sleepiest, ugliest, and stinkiest, it happens.
thats all and my internet time is up.