A couple of weeks ago and a few posts ago, I wrote about a part of Japanese history and culture that really bothered me. Nothing in it was unfactual to the best of my knowledge, though I was perhaps a little harsher than… No. No I wasn’t. That was a topic that I was actually holding back on a bit.
I still lost two followers. I don’t think I’ve lost 4% of followers from one post on any blog, ever.
It’s not so much that I keep track of these things, as much as I like to know when I’ve hit a nerve. Obviously the topic bothered people enough that they decided they were done with me. I’m okay with that, but as with many things in my life, it sparked some introspection. And I realized that I would never survive for more than a few weeks in Japanese society.
I speak my mind.
I am outspoken even for an American. I have, in the past, said things that other people refused to say, for one reason or another. Perhaps that’s because they disagree with me. Perhaps I touched on a verboten subject. Or perhaps I was just plain offensive. Hey, I’m human too, and I’ve said things in the past that I probably shouldn’t have said. And some things I still believe I should have said that other people think I shouldn’t have, and I have a couple of words for that idea that don’t go on a “family” blog.
But I’ll never apologize for speaking my mind.
The Japanese culture seems more collectivist. They seem to want to blend into the crowd, not make waves, go with the flow. Of course, this makes for a more peaceful society than mine most of the time – there is something to be said for a people that make as much of an effort to get along with each other as the Japanese do – but it also makes for a society where you… go with the flow, I guess. I’m not that type of person. I have never been that type of person. That made my childhood difficult because of being raised in a religious cult that frowned very hard on questions, but I have never lost that quality. I am not loud and obnoxious like the stereotype many people have of Americans, but I do speak my mind, I’m not shy about it, and I’m sure in many cultures, such as that of Japan, that is a most unwelcome quality for the most part.
My Japanese teacher, after spending several decades in the US, has even expressed a frustration with that tendency. I told her that she was definitely Japanese, she said she felt more American in some ways, and we agreed that she’s somewhere in between now. She is Japanese, but she has been exposed to “my” culture for a long time, and it’s rubbed off on her. Not all the way – there are still culture clashes often – but enough so that she can put up with my outspoken nature.
But I don’t think most Japanese people could. And the fact that my post had such an outsized negative impact on my small, insignificant blog, bears that thought out.
I am outspoken. I am who I am. I don’t care who doesn’t like it. But it still makes me sad that, for that and a few other reasons, I fear ever going to Japan. I would not fit in. I know I would not fit in. Hell, I don’t even fit in in my culture.
But, for some reason, I continue to learn the language. It is still interesting. But I will always be an outsider in that culture, and to be blunt, I’m sick of being an outsider, and no way am I going to put myself in a position where that feeling is exacerbated rather than mollified.
I love many things about Japanese culture. It is good to learn the language, consume the culture, laugh at their comedic antics and media, and generally broaden my horizons by learning about a different way of thinking. But the admiration for the culture that I used to have is waning a bit. Now I see it as I do mine. A proud culture that mostly works and has some glaring flaws that can’t be put aside or ignored. And I’ve got enough to deal with in my own without taking on the worries of another.
I am American. I will always be American. I was born here, and I was raised here, and daggum it, no bushwhackin’, sidewindin’, hornswagglin’ cracker croaker is gonna ruin my bischen cutter… oh wait. What was I saying again? Seriously, I am American. That’s what I’ll always be. And there’s no use trying to make it in another culture when I can barely make it in my own.
Honestly, I’ve put a lot of time and effort into studying Japanese. And I don’t regret that time and effort. I will continue doing so for the foreseeable future. But it is just one part of this complete breakfast. I haven’t really studied piano for a long time, and many pieces I learned to play I’ve actually forgotten how. I need to remedy that. I need to push Japanese aside just a bit and make sure my horizons stay broadened.
Maybe some time I spend thinking about how much of an outsider I am in the Japanese culture would be better spent going back over my scales and Hanon exercises.
That’s all, I guess. Time to review wanikani and figure out what’s next in my life.
Well, seems like you take it very seriously. I mean, if you wanted to Japan you could just, you know, go there for fun? Observe stuff, try new things, keep an open mind, you don’t have to be pushing your opinions on other people, either. You don’t have to move there or something. And honestly, every society is fucked up in some way and generally pushes people to go with the flow. You can feel like an outsider being bullied in school. You can feel like an outsider being stared at in a foreign country. People will always find ways to pick on someone if they are ignorant. But that doesn’t have to stop you from anything.
I take *everything* seriously. It’s been that way since I was a child and I don’t think it will ever change. My parents once dragged me to an amusement park and I hated every single second. I have an intense personality and have learned to embrace it over the years. Many other people don’t quite know what to do with that, and I don’t blame them. It is perhaps the height of irony, then, that I have a particularly developed sense of humor… ah well, it is what it is.
Well, I used to be like you and know a lot of people who are still like that. Whenever my parents forced me to go somewhere when I just wanted to stay at home and be alone, I hated every second of it, too. But, you know, life isn’t much fun when you take everything so seriously. I mean, if you don’t wanna do something, then don’t do it. Nobody’s forcing you now (I hope). Oh and since you seem a little bit unsure whether or not you want to keep learning Japanese, just ask yourself if you really enjoy it or if you need some goal or reason to learn it. You know, you can do things just for fun and for the sake of doing them, they don’t always have to be a means to an end.