December 16th, 2006

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unrelated addendum

(23:58:13) Jimbosworldorg: come on
(23:58:21) Jimbosworldorg: that story OWNS for "fucked-up friend-of-a-friend story day"
(23:58:23) Jimbosworldorg: and you know this
(23:58:57) fakinitallalong: I'm so glad my awkward sexual dalliances make for good lunch-time one-upping stories
(23:59:05) Jimbosworldorg: Dude. They so do.
(23:59:19) fakinitallalong: I hate you for at least the next seven and a half minutes.

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Language gets in the way

Sometimes I am so tempted to chuck it all in the toilet and just go to Japan. I am under no illusions that Japanese people are inherently superior to American people, or even that Japanese culture is inherently superior to American culture. But sometimes I think that language just gets in the way. It's almost easier to make a connection with someone on a human level who shares very little culture with you. You try, and they recognize that, and they recognize that you are earnest or you are not earnest. And they respect or they don't respect the effort that you do or don't make. It all seems so simple, and clean, and honest.

But when you deal with people from your own culture, there is nuance upon nuance upon nuance to the point that people lose sight of what is real or not-real. When you speak with someone of your own culture, there is so much that you do share that you feel like everything has to be perfect. You think that you completely understand everything that the other person has to say, or vice versa, when you really don't. If you were speaking to someone who barely knew your language, you'd at least know that it was easy to mean completely different things from what you wound up saying or the other person wound up hearing. But in your own, you mistake fluency for perfection. And nothing, nothing, is perfect. Sometimes, the more you think you know, the less you are capable of perceiving.

I know so very, very little about the Japanese language and culture. But at least, they recognize that I care. That I try. That I respect. That I am capable of making progress. And sometimes, I think it would be worth sacrificing all the capability I have already achieved in my own culture to get the recognition that I am trying - and the perception of the effort, rather than the cookie-cutter judgment of my precise presentation - in another.