Do you remember visiting someone when you were a kid, watching them work and thinking “That’s not the way we do it.” People have different ways, and especially with foreigners, it can be mind boggling. I know because my Dad, who was a foreigner, used to ridicule me every time I managed to put a little order and routine in my chaotic life. I know, now, that it was only because he felt lost and alone. So, he was constantly upsetting the apple cart.
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My dad was a foreigner too. And he was always ridiculing me too. He was just mean. I don’t blame his foreignness. I blame his personal personality.
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I identified with my father enough to know that he felt different and left out. He did have an undesirable personality but this is a matter of cause and effect at least to some extent. He could be very engaging at times, but nothing I could depend on.
Maybe because I grew up a military brat and my dad went TDY twice for 2 years each before I was 5 to Thailand and Turkey, returning with goodies for us from the local places he lived,
I saw ‘foreign’ as intresting and desirable.
Besides, nothing more unintresting as a whole room full of everything the same.
Need new blood to keep from being inbred.
I think it’s partly because my Dad was “the enemy”. There’s just so much of that kind of talk that one can stand up to before one buckles.
But, I noted that I enjoyed dating-friendships with the foreign students in college.
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