Not because I’m unlikable–er–at least I don’t think I’m unlikable. I rather like myself…
It’s a stupid choice I make to not befriend people. I expect very little from my friends. And in return, I give very little. And this seems to be a problem for most women, I’ve found.
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah…I made some new friends.
One of them has been trying to friend-seduce me for almost two years and I finally gave up and let her. The other two are friends of hers.
Now the interesting part of all of this (besides the sheer miracle that I broke down and allowed myself to make friends) is that none of them are from this country originally. English isn’t their first language.
And I noticed today that this is a pattern for me.
I think I take an odd sort of comfort in language barriers.
(that’s a picture up there signifying a barrier btw, in case anyone is confused. lol It was hard to find clip art that matched)
Perhaps it’s because I enjoy sharing a silence with someone and a language barrier makes this a little easier.
I have a hard time understanding people in general (not speech wise, I mean the nature of people) and if I can blame it on cultural differences then I guess it’s easier to deal with.
Is it weird that I like conversing with people who speak broken English and say a lot of “how you say…” intros to things?
Or that I like it even MORE when they talk over me in their language, to one another, pausing only every once in a while to translate something for me–just to keep me looped in, but only in a minimal way.
I don’t know exactly what it is I’m getting at here…it’s just something I observed and thought I’d share.