Rift

It’s true, you really never slash always are alone in this world. After leaving Sevilla to escape my three frat roommates I now find myself in a four person dorm at a hostal with three other solo travelers. All of them also talk similarly to each other and different from me; they are all Japanese. Obviously, I consider this a huge step up from my previous situation but it is still a shame that I feel the need to apologize for or run from my Americanism. It’s not that people ask for apology, but if I myself am dodging Americans left and right, pretending to be French in more than one instance to avoid sorority girls and the like, how can I expect the world likes these people. I think that the states are full of competent, intelligent, worldly folks –I’ve made my friends out of them- but it certainly seems like many of our worst examples are roving the streets of Europe looking for their next fix. Sadly, I find it tough to differentiate myself, in action as well as the way I am perceived. I am one, no matter what I do. In fact, the worst example of Americans I’ve seen are those who try so hard to deny there nationality, going to far as to develop this disgusting euro-world accent that sounds like a mix between French, Cockney, and a slight case of Cerebral Palsy. Faceless, cultural nomads in a series of lands in which everyone’s nationality is strong, they are truly lost. Believe it or not, this is what America is lacking. I don’t mean to say that we need to buy more novelty flags –that’s more supportive of Chinese industry anyhow. There is something missing, something beyond, or perhaps before politics. The French and the Spaniards know this. Forget the government for ten minutes a day and think about your country. The dirt, the air, the trees, the rivers, the trees, the food, the cities, the trees, hell –the people. After a while I think we will all be able to find common ground on one or two things. Who cares what G____ B____ does? The baker bakes the bread, the druggist sells the drugs, the cars go round and round and we all have a party on Friday night! It’s the people (sprung from and shaped by the land) that matter, the government is only a very, very small group of people, and all that concrete and red carpet they stand on has severed their ties with the dirt. This is internationally universal. So, stupid antiwar hippies, get a hobby; compared to what you consider a decent lifestyle, no president, representative, or minister will ever been pleasing…so why think about it? I thought you guys were all about love and crap? Fervent pro war southern accent faking Carhartted fratters, …… I dunno….take a long walk by yourself maybe. Regardless life is way to short for a lot of the crap we Americans take so seriously for no reason other than boredom ……the surest sign of a lack of creativity, which can be cultivated!!

I’m not here to blast Americans because I’ve achieved some new wave euro view or something. In fact, everyday I think of more and more reasons why the states are awesome. But there is a serious divide between us and the rest of the world……but it’s nothing a slowly sipped espresso and milk over light, non-political small talk can’t fix.