HOWEVER- since I'm not entirely wrapped up in myself (only, mostly), I don't particularly want to be alone every single moment of every single day, for this entire year.
That said, there are some odd things that happen when attempting to make friends in this foreigner community.
Meeting people isn't hard, but finding and maintaining "genuine" friendships here, come with the underlying knowledge that everyone arrived in their own time, and in the same rhythm, will leave.
Generally speaking, people here seem to try to live in the moment and not think about it... which is probably the only sane choice, really. But, it also leads to very shallow/non-chalant "drinking friend" relationships.
Exhibit A:
If you've ever met me, you know that I'm very impulsive- and as a general rule, say exactly what is on my mind... appropriate or not... kind or not...
this way of living is very refreshing, but strangely, hasn't led to an over-abundance of friends. (i'm not complaining)
It's the way I choose to live my life, because for one, I'm a terrible liar. (just ask my parents)
And more importantly, honesty seems to weed out those annoying/shallow relationships.
Without getting massively philosophical, I hate trying to make new friends.
So basically, moving here has straight up catapulted me out of my comfort zone. (in a good way)
My challenge for the next 300+ days is finding a balance between the "every woman for herself" mindset VS. the reality that taking risks are a necessary part of daily life.
Ok... just fell off my soap box, man that thing is a slippery slope.
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