Japanese kids are so cute…but no matter how cute any kid is, there is a universal rule; kids are terrorists. The kids here are so independent. They ride the train alone, and are out later than usual. They ball check each other and put there hands on other people’s private parts. Perhaps it is the reservation of Japanese culture that this perversion has evolved from. Let’s take the young girls for instance. They walk around with skirts barely covering their bottoms and thigh high socks. That is their uniform. I see 12 year old girls that can’t walk up the stairs without their hands behind their back because you will be able to see straight up their skirts. It is such a strange phenomenon because they project this repulsive innocence. Oli and I always joke about how we just want to see Japanese people get dirty and disorganized. On the flip side…that’s totally why I am here. That’s what makes this country so approachable. The rules and the structure and the organization and the tradition, amidst technology that is unfathomable and conveniences no one else in the world has thought to create.
Repression, humility, organization and politics.
All in all, I think it is safe to say I am falling for Japan.
...Maybe.
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