slowly becoming something

But i don't know what it is. Whatever it happens to be, it won't last much longer, because i'm leaving the land of the rising sun to return to my home, the land of filth and noise. But this land also has those things, and so on. I think every industrialized country is exactly the same except for the people and the last remaining vestiges of culture not blared on some screen. Sorry all you hopeful kids being shipped off to Japan, in hopes that you'll be greeted by Sailor Moon and giant robots when you get off the plane, and that a samurai will chop your sushi in the air with his katana, and that everyone will love and worship you because you are American. Not to be entirely pessimistic, mainly because i did not expect nor want these things when i planned on coming. But perhaps it's just a matter of differences of mental workings. Some kids live in fantasy worlds with walls so thick not even a real katana could penetrate them. And some people here simply wanted to escape their lives at home and start fresh, and they live a sort of fantasy life here, pretending they are their new selves, and pretending that having a good time abroad is the only important thing in life. There just seems to be no air of progress or a will to succeed here in nova. Everyone is stuck in this machine that churns us all around and squeezes us, whereupon we utter some English words and money comes rushing out. I just resent being this tool for profit, and using some innate skill that requires no effort on my part, that of language, to make more money than the hard-working Japanese staff at my branch. Okay, getting too negative, i'll take the pills and come back later with some happier thoughts.