How not to hate the natives
When I said it was a quiet news day yesterday, of course I was forgetting the daily litany of stories about the Japanese ruling classes ripping off the general public for all they can while telling the average Jo Tanaka in the street to tighten their belts and do their best for their country. There’s one story about yet another embezzlement scandal in Shinzo Abe’s cabinet and one about bones of Japanese troops still lying on beaches in SE Asia while Japanese politicians score cheap political points by turning up as Yasukuni Jinja shrine to “honour our boys”.
The fact that the Japanese ruling classes are such an unmitigated bunch of scum suckers has helped me come up with one theory of how to cope with a symptom of culture shock. If you are not careful, there will be times when little frustrations in a country will make the words “bloody (Spanish), why can’t they just (do their jobs properly)?” or such like pop up in your head or even out of your mouth. It might be because you are having a bad day, it might be because you are just in the wrong country, but it is very unlikely that you have come out with a comment which is true for 100% of the people in said country. As people do seem to need to focus their frustration on someone, though, and taking it out on your partner or your boss is probably even less helpful, it is a natural reaction- all it needs is tweaking a little. Instead of blaming your whole life on (Catalans), choose as small and specific a group as you can to shoot imaginary flames from your eyes at.
For example, if you are a driver Turkey is probably not the best place to be unless you want to develop fatalism, but focusing your attention on one or more groups of dolmus (shared taxi) drivers, lorry drivers and bus drivers will save you bursting a blood vessel everytime you turn the ignition key. In Thailand we decided all our problems came down to men wearing grey shirts. It no doubt wasn’t true, but as it stopped all negative feelings towards people in any other coloured clothes it certainly served a purpose and got me through the year. A blunt tool, but it can work. The better option, of course, is to become a saint who has no negative thoughts about anyone. Tips on this planned for 2025.
August 25th, 2007 at 4:03 am
I like the grey shirts story!
I think I’ve fallen into the habit of resenting & getting wound up by a lot of other foreigners here - it saves the natives from any of my negative feelings, but it’s not the greatest strategy in the world…
August 25th, 2007 at 1:43 pm
Not the best, but not the worst…
The best is to become a Bodhisattva (spelling?) and make your karma bulletproof of course
August 26th, 2007 at 1:38 pm
Ha ha ha yeah the grey shirts is pretty good…
I’ve always got wound up and resented the French wherever they were - same here. Definitely not the best strategy but it works…
Another one i found useful in London was to turn my anger towards Italian teenage tourists who wear those awful bright coloured backpacks… i mean come on…
August 27th, 2007 at 8:19 am
I had to drive to work through Istanbul rush hour traffic this morning. It’s hard to focus on any one group when all are equally bad!
August 27th, 2007 at 11:44 am
Men with huge facial hair? It’s a fairly big group, but it’s not everyone…
I didn’t even start to develop this idea until I got to Thailand (after Turkey), so I never managed to single anyone out there for all my ire. I can’t ever remember a woman under the age of 50 irritating me, so that’s a good proportion of the population you can let off Scott free! Men whose stubble grows back in the first 30 minutes after shaving Homer Simpson-style? Although, actually, I can think of a couple of great Turkish guys that was true of as well… Doing two of this list at the same time: smoking, eating melon seeds, fiddling with prayer beeds. Yup, think that might do it for Turkey…