i’m making penpals with strange japanese people because i have way too much time on my hands and i feel like extending my world. i probably shouldn’t laugh at their english because i’m sure my japanese is equally as horrid. or at least, awkward. i will forever be stuck in that stage of speaking japanese like a joshi koukousei because that’s the point of my life where my deepest immersion was.
also i’m still amazed at my ability to tell jokes in japanese, even if no one does understand them. during our skype dates my hilariously witty comments are always met with an awkward silence. sometimes i wonder if i’ve gone to far. but family is family, right? it’s a good thing that i feel so comfortable to make fun of these people that i lived with at one point in my life.
somewhat unrelated, but the main thing that infuriated me about japan was the inability for it to be socially acceptable to express your anger when you were feeling angry. all those pent up emotions can’t be healthy. when i want to cry and scream and throw things, i cry and scream and throw things. in japan i just clenched my fists and moved on.