Hey friend, you sound like you’ve had a rough time with people trying to get you to “integrate” or some such. Your choices of how you experience the world and technology aren’t any one else’s concern and whatever they are, they are valid. I live and work in highly international environments and basically everyone prefers their native tongue for things like computer/phone interface.
I learned English when I was eleven and spent my twenties and thirties masking as yet another basic white American chick, and then in my late thirties I realized that just cause I’m not the exact ethnicity I needed to be for my childhood to be easily believable (white kid growing up on an Air Force base in rural Japan) that I didn’t need to hide it, and that I should celebrate who I was when I was barely a meter tall, thirty years ago. I try my best to keep up my Japanese, but I don’t look like someone who speaks it, which is great when I overhear people shit talking me for being trans or whatnot.
I could take an hour and learn Fahrenheit, but I just don’t want to. I know Fahrenheit for values over 300 anyway: set oven to the number on the box.
さあ、しょうがないね。
(dear solitary downvoter: I’m interpreting your solitary downvote as me explaining my reasoning for why I am how I am, and you just saying “no” with no further context or detail. It was folks like you that caused me to mask up and hide my past for so long. In conclusion, go fuck yourself, solitary downvoter. I’m not gonna fade out of existence, or go back to pretending I like cappuccino and Blazers, just cause you said “no.”)
Hey friend, you sound like you’ve had a rough time with people trying to get you to “integrate” or some such. Your choices of how you experience the world and technology aren’t any one else’s concern and whatever they are, they are valid. I live and work in highly international environments and basically everyone prefers their native tongue for things like computer/phone interface.
Fuck the haters, stay cool, peace out ✌️
I learned English when I was eleven and spent my twenties and thirties masking as yet another basic white American chick, and then in my late thirties I realized that just cause I’m not the exact ethnicity I needed to be for my childhood to be easily believable (white kid growing up on an Air Force base in rural Japan) that I didn’t need to hide it, and that I should celebrate who I was when I was barely a meter tall, thirty years ago. I try my best to keep up my Japanese, but I don’t look like someone who speaks it, which is great when I overhear people shit talking me for being trans or whatnot.
I could take an hour and learn Fahrenheit, but I just don’t want to. I know Fahrenheit for values over 300 anyway: set oven to the number on the box.
さあ、しょうがないね。
(dear solitary downvoter: I’m interpreting your solitary downvote as me explaining my reasoning for why I am how I am, and you just saying “no” with no further context or detail. It was folks like you that caused me to mask up and hide my past for so long. In conclusion, go fuck yourself, solitary downvoter. I’m not gonna fade out of existence, or go back to pretending I like cappuccino and Blazers, just cause you said “no.”)