Fuck me I miss anonymity. I never realised how much I appreciated it before coming to Japan. And I wasn't even a big city girl in Australia, but big enough that I could go to the beach, read a book and just be left alone. Nobody to greet, nobody to avoid running in to. Just a girl and her book. Maybe I should take a trip somewhere in Japan I haven't been before and read a book!
I was at the supermarket last week, and I saw an old couple huddled over the bananas, whispering and pointing in my direction. This isn't all that uncommon but lately it's because I am a TOTAL publicity whore for the school and have plastered my ugly mug all over the city and in various pamphlets. So I really can't complain, a whisperer may be my potential bread and butter after all. But this was a super old couple, as in about to possibly keel over into the pile of bananas old. Not really the eikaiwa type so I was intrigued and a little bit nervous when old man shuffled over with old grandma following. He came right up close to me and started mumbling. I fucking hate mumbling!! Mumbling is annoying when it's in my own language but Japanese (old people) mumbling is damn near fucking impossible to decipher. I was also listening to my ipod which didn't help so I pulled the plugs out of my ears and tried to give it a crack...
Old mumbler: Your mother is Snow Vinegar Arrow* isn't she...
Befuddled gaijin: Sorry... what was that...?
Old mumbler: Mother. Vinegar Arrow. Snow. Vinegar arrow. Mother.
Befuddled gaijin: Oh, oh yeah, that's right!(thinking, fuck it I've met this old geezer at a summer festival and can't remember!)
Old mumbler: What happened to her??
Befuddled gaijin: Ummm... what do you mean??
Old mumbler's wife: We haven't seen your mother (in-law) lately and we thought she might have died or... err... something...
At least the old lady was blunt enough that I could understand! I assured them that she was very genki indeed and just a divorced middle-aged woman who busts her arse to support her elderly mother and two leeches of fuckwit kids still at home. Well, other words and all. They were even more shocked when I told them Grandma was still alive and kicking. Ahhh such is small town living.
And speaking of anonymity... All you anonymous commenting peeps on the last post, where did you all come from!? Thanks to all for the many informative comments, I love hearing every opinion, whether it differs from mine or not, so thank you!!! As for our resident Bad Boy, I think taking the bait is what makes him tick so if you think he's a bit of a fucker you should totally tell him so on his blog. I'm being diplomatic because I have a bit of a crush on the fresh breath of foul language and brutal honesty-filled air that he brings.
I don't think I've ever left an anonymous comment on a blog, I get the concept but I just don't see the point in commenting if the comment you're making is totally... faceless.... nameless...image-less..... (quite possibly not a word) So leave me a detailed description of yourself (and what you're wearing if you wanna get kinky) before you blast the shit out of me next time OK!
*Not her real name (obviously) but anyone with good enough kanji skills can probably figure it out.