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English-speaking internet once in a while likes to freak out about the Mario Karts on the streets of Tokyo thing, and those people actually literally ride around my house practically every day…
They also were sued by Nintendo, lost, and were officially banned… and yet I keep seeing them around.



I miss the magic moments of freedom…
which basically translates as “winter, night, and rainy weather – the ideal conditions for reading”
You know how long before your flight you need to get to security check for a domestic flight in Japan?
20 minutes.
Eat that.
when you come in to work in the morning and see coffee spilled on the stairs outside… and feel genuine pity for the poor soul

Today I will sit in the dark and stare at the lights.
Tomorrow I will write.

The glamour of working in gaming company:
Most mornings elevators smell like developers who didn’t go home for 3 days.
Or like excessive amount of whatever spray was used to hide that fact.
Depending on the department, you will find the most asexual workplace you’ve ever seen.
Others don’t come far behind though.
80% of people talk to themselves. Some in rather lengthy monologues.
I hear they also have to throw out a ton of sweets and present people send to fictional characters on the Valentines day and Birthdays and stuff.
I urgently need to remember that I’m not nearly Japanese enough to stay overtime every day…

mornin’
Real piece of news from about 2 years ago:
A 70 year old man, who worked in a ticket office in Shinjuku gyoen–the big and very famous park and botanical garden in the middle of Tokyo, admission to which costs 200 yen (2$)–one day met some nasty foreigner, who yelled at him in english for some unknown reason. Likely, because, as most of japanese people of his age, the man didn’t understand what the foreigner was saying.
Anyhow, the experience was so traumatic, that he became afraid of foreigners and in order to avoid talking to the most scary-looking ones, begun to give out tickets for free to them out of fear. And then erasing the records of sold tickets to cover up. And then was arrested for fraud.
japan almost always smells like food
The tendency of japanese ‘positive tv dramas’ to send an anti-relationship message kind of gets on my nerves.
Just because they make them with a purpose to send a message, and that’s the message they choose to send.
The ‘I like you very much (and half of the drama was centred about how I much I like you), but you’ll get in the way of me working my work so lets not be in any kind of relationship’.
And the ‘I can’t love people and do my work simultaneously, so I have to choose one and I will choose my work’ message.
The more you watch the more you realise that they are pathologically afraid or incapable of portraying functional adult romantic/family relationships. It’s either ‘schoolgirl-level childish romance’ or ‘sociopathic screwups everywhere’ kind of deal.

I have this strange love and hate relationship with Tokyo…
I sorta can’t imagine I will be able to live anywhere else by myself/and be myself…
… but at the same time living here is sorta killing me in more than one way…