Being an expat kind of sucks. Sometimes. Like when:
1. people come and go
2. people complain
3. small pool of people
So you can see the theme here is: the people. People make expat-ing awesome or awe-ful. For me the number one sad situation is making friends and then they go bye bye. When my friend Mia left I actually pouted. In other words, I didn’t want to make new friends in the teachers room because it hurt to have a good friend leave.
I did blame Mia, of course, for leaving Chiang Mai and me and took it very personally. Prior to that I blamed Julia. These girls were those rare 20somethings who knew how to act like an adult. And they made my life richer. And yeah, they laughed at my jokes. 10 points.
When the ex- left I didn’t blame him though (see #3 small community). I just felt like maybe I can get some action around this town now (*rubs hands*). Of course, the action was not forthcoming. I think maybe the action is shy and taking its sweet Jesus time sauntering through the market or something, possibly delayed because of the rain or trapped under a rock…
OH and then my friend Sara left (yes, yes, Lauren you too). You know I have only been here a year too. I remember when a friend told me that he didn’t want to make new friends or be social because he was only going to be here for another 6 months. I thought that was crazy talk. But now. I get it. Saying goodbye suckth.
#2 and 3 aren’t really reasons. They are minor players under the key player of #1 which really should be the main point of this post. But to rub upon this dusty lamp for a bit I will say you have to be careful about not getting mixed up with the whingers.
Let’s take a moment to appreciate the word: whinge. Thank you Snap for introducing me to this new “Australian” vocabulary.
Sure we all enjoy a good whinge with our wine and cheese from time to time (your reading it) but there are those (expats) folks who do it for a living. They live to whinge. Without it they would have to sit silent and that would probably make their som tum unbearably nasty hot and their watermelon explode.
And in an expat community I feel like you feel these kinds of things more intensely. Everything feels more intense. I’m not entirely sure why. I really don’t know what to say when expats complain about the Thais or when they complain about other expats (see NGO workers). I suppose whingers are whingers no matter what planet they are on.
But as far as intensity, well, it seems odd to say because Thailand is so chill. How can a place be intense and sabai sabai all at the same same time? It’s a conduntrum but here I go again talking about how much I like Thailand and how much it intrigues me. This post is supposed to be a complaint, damn it!
Okay, must make friends who will no longer leave. Yes, I must keep them forever. They can’t ever go and I will find my ways, through black magic, maybe. Or I shall love them less, so it doesn’t hurt as much, and become apathetic and unfeeling like Stonewall Jackson. Or! I will embrace the fact that as old friends leave, they make room for new (and improved) ones.
I’ll figure this out…