lately i’m thinking japan doesn’t have any one activity or aspect to it that could sustain a lifetime for me here. there is no mentality, nor activity, nor righteous aspect of the culture that i have encountered so far that makes me think, “damn, i LIKE that, i could live here for a long time DOING that, exploring there, or THINKING that.”
just a lot of plastic bags at grocery stores, extremely long hours of working, and business men, so plastered, so stumbling blind, it’s not funny anymore. the passed out fools in the station, the puke on the sidewalk, has lost its giggle factor and morphed into a pondering — of why 30,000 people jump in front of trains every year, or go hang themselves in a forest at the base of Mt. Fuji. why every 15 minutes in japan someone takes their life.
but i am still searching for those gems of japan. those fun things, those beautiful aspects of the culture. with my good buddies seth, eddie, and charlie we look for gold and diamonds under the pavement in tokyo.
next month we are going snowboarding together, along with my good buddy masa. i bought the necessary equipment at a kind of goodwill this weekend after recovering from a terrible cold. it’s bad being sick in a foreign land, but i successfully navigated the waters and i’m running at about 95% now.
and although i called in sick two days in a row at work, i didn’t feel bad, because my health is more important than my job. and although my calls to my manager were met with much moans and sighs of frustration, i’m not about to jump in front of a train because of it.