since I'm bored
and have spare time (in which I'm actually supposed to be writing as essay, but don't tell anyone), I think I'm going to help turning this forum into a huge soap opera. And this time: What do you do with Italians? I really have tried to get over my little racist soft spots - italians and spaniards. This time by actually starting to date an italian guy. Trying to avoid getting closer didn't really work and after two months there's no reason to stop. There's only one problem - the Italian bonding. When you get to know one Italian, you also have to start mingling with about a 1000 more. And I tried. I really tried liking them, I tried understanding this sect like bonding, I really did. I even tried liking the people. I tried communicating with them, even though they were all unable and highly unwilling to speak any other language other than italian (even though they haven't been living in Italy in the past decades or so), and I don't really know whether any of you knows what it feels like to be somewhere and feeling not like air, but worse than just air. It's a part of being different, but it's more than that. The only time I've felt like that was when I was in Bnei Braq or in parts of Williamsburg. The most unwanted intruder. any sympathies?
and have spare time (in which I'm actually supposed to be writing as essay, but don't tell anyone), I think I'm going to help turning this forum into a huge soap opera. And this time: What do you do with Italians? I really have tried to get over my little racist soft spots - italians and spaniards. This time by actually starting to date an italian guy. Trying to avoid getting closer didn't really work and after two months there's no reason to stop. There's only one problem - the Italian bonding. When you get to know one Italian, you also have to start mingling with about a 1000 more. And I tried. I really tried liking them, I tried understanding this sect like bonding, I really did. I even tried liking the people. I tried communicating with them, even though they were all unable and highly unwilling to speak any other language other than italian (even though they haven't been living in Italy in the past decades or so), and I don't really know whether any of you knows what it feels like to be somewhere and feeling not like air, but worse than just air. It's a part of being different, but it's more than that. The only time I've felt like that was when I was in Bnei Braq or in parts of Williamsburg. The most unwanted intruder. any sympathies?