Knew that cheese fondue bliss would come back on me.
Cheese-overdose....night sweats, constipation...y'know....
Stupid cross-cultural living with a senior.
It had been a good day, professionally and personally.
I'd taught my classes, visit-taught another teacher's class who love me. Been to the gym (and somehow toned up in after a month of gym absence)...caught some Pokemon. Planned some classes.
Came home for family dinner. Boring old oden, simmered pot of fish paste, seaweed and vegetables. But ok. Back on family duty time...
We had our beer. We had our food.
Dear Son and Okaasan were doing the ritual "cheers/kampai!" with their glasses, I was momentarily distracted by opening the mustard tube....got to the "cheers" a few seconds late.
"Sorry! I was focusing on the food! Not the alcohol! I was the working person today, so I was focused on the food! You both stayed home :-)"
Except it wasn't received with a Smiley face.
Okaasan looked grumpy and muttered something....
Dear Son jumped in to stop a Female Fist Fight....saying things about : "It's ok, she's a foreigner, it's different, it's ok, but you can't say that, it's rude..." etc etc
I was floundering in cross-cultural confusion.
What? What was rude? What? Eh???
Apparently: my statement about me being the working person, and therefore more interested in the food - THAT was rude!
- it was said as a joke, with a jokey voice and a laugh
- but is actually TRUE. They watched TV all day. I worked.
- Okaasan often says: "I shouldn't eat so much, after all I didn't work today
what the F***????????
I shut up and ate the rest of my boring Japanese traditional dinner of fish paste stuff in silence. Fuming about stupid things in a foreign country. Feeling that horribly alone feeling, far away from good old England and my family and friends. Hating a culture where the senior can criticize a junior like this safe in the knowledge that respect-for-senior will prevent a fist fight, hating these strange family-relation situations. Hating living with another generation.
Thankyou. Rant finished.
If you are ever given a choice about Live with a Senior, or Don't.