I'm planing on going with my school's study abroad to japan, meaning I have 10 months to plan. what should I invest my time/money in?
Oh, man, I have no idea. How long will you be there? How good are you at Japanese? Will you be staying with a host family or in a hostel or something?
I know dick about Japan, so I can’t help with country-specific things, but in general if you’re gonna go spend some significant time immersed in a foreign country you have got to be as good as you possibly can be at speaking, understanding, reading, and writing the language. Everything else pretty much falls into place—once you are able to understand and make yourself understood, shit like “i need this prescription filled” or “where can i buy [item]” or “what’s the quickest way to [location] by public transit” becomes possible to deal with instead of terrifying and impossible.
I guess I’d learn as much as I could about the places I’d be going, in order to know what kind of clothes and accessories to bring, and about the culture in general to minimize the inevitable gauche-foreigner-mistake stuff.
Anyone who knows what they’re talking about want to help out?
Signal boosting because I know I have a few mutuals who could lend some insight.
Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.
EVENTUALLY I’m going to get to that liminal gender post, but for now—
I don’t know where I first read or heard it, but the phrase “Neither fish nor fowl, nor good red meat” has stuck in my head for a long, long time. Sometimes I would just repeat it to myself over and over because it resonated. Not one thing nor the other. That’s me.
I kind of wish I’d come to read the book of Peter Pan when I was a child, not as an adult. I may have still ended up very angry at it, but this
When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are.
struck a chord, and may have left me feeling a little less alienated if I’d had it sooner.