The enemy comes in many forms. Always with a smile. One day the smile will be gone, when they can beat me
Although I am not a social person I do move around a lot and meet a lot of different people, there is this weird civility at the moment, but also a horrific conflict. And I am spared it, I am a privileged English guy and am not stupid enough to pretend that I wasn’t spared it. Even my dad’s parents had a horrific history. They died young and he was adopted by some posh English family who didn’t love him. not moaning, just talking about pain.
You watch everything falling to bits in England and America from afar, you realise that there is this kind of predictable apocalypse in the post, like that not very good film Civil War. It was beautiful but the big flaw was that the 20th century stuff was going to save them. Like these journos on a pointless road trip taking pictures with expensive cameras were what was going on.
And yes I get that they were the spectators of the spectacle, but just look at now, you can go on Twitter and TikTok and see real war videos.
It kind of sums up the lack of direction more than anything. Nobody reads the paper, they aren’t even made of paper anymore.
I’m going to do what I did in the last one and switch direction, nobody wants to read the disappointment of a fool. Well, they might, but not people I want to enjoy my writing, they’ll read owt lol.
This year I have been living in a small Chinese city, I worked for them online during Covid and moved here because I was friends with them the whole time that China was closed because of Covid.
My Chinese language is very limited, but there have been a few local people who kind of adopted me. Like I am paid quite well and don’t ask for anything, but they just love this foreign guy and are always so friendly to me when I go into the shop or the restaurant. I have an ‘aunt’ here who always gives me a special table and fetches a beer for me, it’s a dumpling restaurant but I lived next door and went there all the time.
Chinese are weird, they are incredibly sentimental. Like most westerners find them really unfriendly because they aren’t really polite to strangers on the street at all, but if you make friends with a Chinese family then you are in their family. Like of course you can’t have their stuff, but they will just be way too nice for you.
Usually what happens is I come in the shop and speak a little Chinese and we will speak until I don’t understand what they are saying and I go ‘hahaha’ and pay for what I’m buying.
I am a big fan of the Chinese, I mean there is the weird western idea how they are kind of magic or something, there is that magical stuff since it’s the oldest country in the world, but the truth is that it’s just a bunch of people in houses.
It’s like how people think English are magic, some magic happens here for sure. It’s easy is you try
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