You learn a lot by living in a corridor with great ethnic diversity. Primarily that German, as you would expect, is almost only cultivated on the far end of the animalistic scale, but with this cultivated exception (title) found in a German tabloid.
In reality, people are not that diverse - i.e. being the odd one out, the diversity is limited to their perception of me - and most non-brits are so familiar with the peculiarities of the English language that you cannot possibly observe them through the lens of discrimination. You know, the lens that when bore, you are more inclined to nod, look confused, and scream internally please, god let this conversation end.
That is a very stable set of properties for a metaphorical lens by the way; don't pretend you've lost it.
Anyway! I've sort of been tricked back into this whole facebook ordeal, after a brief couple of weeks of downtime where I followed my instincts. For the uninitiated, facebook is the British equivalent of Blink; a sickeningly giggling community of people writing unintelligible messages on your virtual walls. The original purpose is, I assume, to get in touch with friends from junior school and stuff like that, but the real usage is for people to share their stupidity with people living right next door instead of laughing about it in person. Being back in Norway, and with my grumpy introverted self awakened, there's really no excuse for me not to answer them there immediately, but it does drain a little of my happiness every time. It's no question that I miss our conversations, and hanging out in the halls, but this isn't really a substitute.
The internet was never nice. This sudden, unambiguous happiness and genuine friendliness is utterly confusing and almost embarrassing to look at. I won't rain on your parade, but don't expect me to happily dive into this sugary cesspool.
ah, I just took another dump on the internet
