one afternoon on my way into my gym, i go by a drug store where i see a poster of a semi gaijin (almost final fantasy) looking model with his arm raised to hold one of those train grabbies, with a target on his pits. kind of irritated me, because whenever i eat garlic, maybe i eat too much i get some comments at work, and part of me feels like its because it confirms a stereotype that we stink (maybe we do) but still it pissed me off, just based on how much we go out of our way to be all touchy feeling about foreigners in N. America
then in the same damn afternoon im getting changed at the gym and theres just one other guy in the locker room, he turns around sees me, then goes back his locker and mutters all pissed off in that fake manly muttering voice some guys do here a bunch of bullshit saying something about "american..."
i say "he" like, and he stopped for a second. then i noticed he had dropped a few hundred yen, said "sumimasen, nanika ochita" and left. fucking pissed me off. wasnt feeling super good about this country for the rest of the afternoon till i finally snapped out of it.
i was ready to fucking go off though