Entitlement
Just saw a ‘writing’ from a Verily Entitled™ Mediumer, about his trip for 3 weeks or a month to another country and dude was like, “ew, I won’t come back. They’re so stiff and so communist!”
Pharaphrasing, because I couldn’t be arsed to read the whole thing. Well, I couldn’t read the whole thing anyway, I’ve rolled my eyes too much at it.
Well, here’s a newsflash, kiddo. Nobody loved living in a country they didn’t grow up and/or have built a family/community in unless they earn a shitton of money in an instant and see the immediate prospect of getting more out of the country within the immediate future. Case and point: a certain trillionaire. ‘Nuff said.
But! Even said trillionaire was leaving the country he wanted so hard to love with his nub-tail between his legs. Turned out that the country he wanted so hard to ‘love and serve’ never loved him back.
Oh, why am I so quick to judge the abovementioned writer as Verily Entitled™?
Because it turned out that the one post I saw is not the only one about him not liking a country. I scrolled a bit and saw a few other posts about other — multicontinental — countries that he, too, had visited for weeks and — dun dun dunnnn… Did NOT like.
At this point of time, it sounds more like a skill issue rather than the countries’ issue. I mean, no one likes a yt boi trying so hard to insert themselves into a group of close-knit hang-outer. Asians might just grin and bear it, and then ignored said yt boi (and boi got butthurt and Emotionally Scarred™). Or they simply changed the convo to light ish, e.g. the weather, that pretty gravel down the street, your president’s follies.
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I have lived in three countries — four if you count my birth country, only I was just 6 months old and barely had a consciousness of the fun things I saw in the photos. Out of the three, there is only ONE country I would come back again and again. Like my father, who had lived in Germany for over 20 years (school, and then work there, and mom was exported to marry him there, and then I came along), I know where I am accepted.
Mind you, Germany and Benelux area at the time has so many of my people, especially since there were lots of my people who actually worked in the Embassy. Mom was having fun visiting a lot of her/dad’s relatives while there. She had a job, too. There was nothing that would categorize their lives as Miserable™ while they were in Germany. They had friends, relatives, and activities.
But then when I came along, mom realized she would have to entrust my care to a bunch of yt strangers in daycares while she and dad worked; and she said “ew, no.”
Dad, on the other hand, was happy to hear mom said so; and even went so far as to find a job that would have an office back in Indonesia. So we all came Home. Mom promptly got back to her old job at a multinational office, dad got in and out of jobs through my life, I got a baby brother a few years later, and so on and so forth. My care during babyhood was left with either my maternal aunts or paternal aunt. Likewise with my baby brother. Then we got nannies because we boujee like dat.
I went to another country for college. This country also has plenty of my relatives and friends, and then there’s college. But when the time came, I couldn’t wait to go Home. Then I went to the US — again, plenty of fams & friends, but still I got bored and decided to come home rather than pursuing the American Dream™ that seemed to me to be rapidly and exponentially dying.
So now, if I want to go abroad, I’d love to go back to my birth country — just to see what it looks like. Do I expect to like it there? Hell no. Place has no AC. I’m menopausal. I could kill humans if I don’t have my AC. (Also note to self: check during bookings if the hotel room has AC or not).
Then I want to go to China, to have a look and marvel at its +2,000 years of history and +2,000 years of advancement. I have a cousin who lives in Beijing, so this should be fun and safe.
Do I want to live abroad anymore? Nah, I’m good. I have matured enough to understand that, unless ‘abroad’ allows me to earn more money than I do right here, right now; with the same amount of effort or less, that’s not a fun place to be. I am contented at where I am. Home, my own house, family and friends nearby, and income security.
If this is a different tone than my entry a few months ago where I had to resort to do jobs for pennies, yes it is. I understand that global politics is what caused my projects to shrink significantly; and now it has been picking up again. I would still do some penny-ante jobs, just for fun.
