There is one thing in Japan that bugs me above all other things.
Foreigners. Specifically white foreigners. Not so much tourist doing touristy things, not so much other exchange students, and not so much females, though other white males.
I’m not racist, mind you. I, too, am a white male.
It’s time for me to just get it out with that which drives me absolutely crazy in Japan. I’ve hinted at it in past posts, but it’s time for me to just make a post about it.
And I know many of you want to disagree with me, and think I’m hypocritical and crazy, though let me just get it out.
So, as many of you know, I have loved Japan for many, many, many years. I’ve always sort of thought of it as “that thing which defines me”. In coming to Japan, I thought of myself almost as a sort of trailblazer or vanguard for foreigners in Japan. I thought that, in Japan, I’d be turning heads as the foreigner in Japan.
Now, imagine (well, don’t imagine. it’s a reality) that “that thing which defines you” is suddenly also that thing which defines hundreds, even thousands of other foreigners across the country.
And, while many of you think that the fact I’m an exchange student would set me apart, though, when you think about it, the average Japanese can’t tell a foreign high schooler from any other foreigner.
Theres this one “guy”, which I’ve put in parenthesis as he is in fact two people. He’s sort of the same guy because both times he was a bald white man. Now I have nothing against blind people, mind you, it was just a defining characteristic of him. I shall name him Steve. There has been two instances where Steve has annoyed me. Other foreigners have bugged me, though Steve has particularly bugged me.
Otsuka Ai concert a few weeks ago.
Generally, foreigners are attracted to things that aren’t really that prevalent in Japan. You know, things like Anime and Manga and. um. Ninjutsu? (I’m tired. I can’t think of a good example. I had better examples when i was brainstorming this post on the train, though I, of course, cannot remember them).
Well, getting back to the point, you’d think I’d set myself apart as a foreigner at a concert.
Though no. Right when I was going into the theater, Steve was right there. Standing in the audience. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Happened just now, coming home.
Next to my house, there is a decently large hot springs resort. I just learned about it from my host mom today, so we went into the building coming home and were given a tour. I love instances where I am just about 100% sure that I’m the only foreigner that is in the vicinity. Most foreigners stay within the limits of Tokyo, and my home is in Kawasaki so there is very few foreigners.
Though, of course, as I stepped into the changing room to take a look at the bathes, at the first locked to my right was Steve.
You know, I could really go on, but it’s sort of late and I have a school trip these next few days so I should get to bed.