This is Japan in a nutshell. Forget all the crazy stuff with the weird tv programs and the cosplaying—that’s just the outer shell that gets attention because it’s unusual. This, this is the beauty of the country. I’ve had little grandmothers chase me down because I dropped my shinkansen tickets. In amusement parks, the attendants do their upmost to get lost items (usually cardigans or kids’ shoes) back to the owners—before the owners even realize they’d lost said item(s). I’ve had complete strangers not only give my thorough directions but have offered to drive me to the place I needed to go.
It is so, so, so hard to go back to the States after you get the J-treatment. I mean, Japan has its downside (“What is this madness you call pizza???”), but the general attitudes of everyone—even the so-called hardcore yankees (two of whom who, on a blazing summer day, helped me find one of my schools when I was heinously lost in the labyrinth that is the neighborhood in which said school is located)—is the epitome of the mindset that I wish everyone would adopt. Because yelling at people gets you nowhere. And being able to empathize with people kinda helps make this country a really nice place to live in.
I would like the share a story that I have told quite a number of people. When I studied in Japan, a few of my friends went together to visit the old palace ruins in Nara. It was a ways out of the city and we got hopelessly lost, wandering into a residential complex area where several kids were playing on swings and a lady was sunning her blankets in the courtyard. The sun was setting and we were worried, so we asked her for directions with our limited Japanese. She suddenly yelled up into the apartment building next to us. A man’s head popped out onto one of the verandas, they exchanged a few words, and he disappeared again, only to appear downstairs in a few moments. She was calling her husband to come watch the kids, because she decided to take us there herself. So we followed this demure lady in her apron and her slippers all through the little alleys and paths, until we got to where we needed to be, 20 minutes later. It was very late in the day by then, so she even pointed out which bus routes we would need to take when we leave.
We wanted to ask for her name to send her thanks, but she just refused to give it, saying it is what anyone would do. And that’s the real kicker — during my months staying in the Kansai area of Japan, it was proven to me again and again that it is really what anyone would do.
My name is Elliott and I like taking long walks on the beach.
This gif is 80 frames. I took a photo every ten steps.
Well, this dope dude.
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I watched this for so long it’s perfect
-I’ve got something for you.
-What is it?