I did a little bit of writing last night for a magazine. I owe them a couple of articles in a couple week’s time. This is my reentry culture shock piece.
In the life of a 22 year-old, a year is a very long time – fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five point four days, and a ridiculous amount of hours, minutes, and seconds. For an entire year and two hours, nearly to the minute, I did not set foot in
When I first returned to
Pride
If there’s one thing that Americans are guilty of its pride. Americans have the largest egos of anyone I’ve ever met. An American can be spotted a kilometer off by the swagger in the gait, the loud and crass manner of speech, the incessant bragging of
Envy
If there’s one thing that Americans are guilty of its envy. Every single female from the age of 10 to the age of 100 wants to look like Britney Spears. The Britney Spears effect runs rampant throughout society. From the top to the bottom, everyone wants to look like an anorexic two-bit trailer-trash floozy. They succeed, partially anyway. They certainly do look like two-bit trailer-trash floozies. It sickens me.
Gluttony
If there’s one thing that Americans are guilty of its gluttony. Man, woman, and child, without fail and without falter appear as if they wish to mimic a trans-Atlantic zeppelin in size and shape. Rather than consuming modest proportions of food, Americans find pleasure in the all-you-can-eat buffet where the goal truly is to eat all that you can. Americans no longer walk. They waddle. It sickens me.
Lust
If there’s one thing that Americans are guilty of its lust. Girls lust after guys. Guys lust after girls. People of the same gender lust after each other, but these things are only talked about in
Anger
If there’s one thing that Americans are guilty of its anger. Everyone is mad. People scream into mobile phones. Men beat their wives. Women beat their husbands. Drivers take out their aggression on each other. The nightly news is full of stories of the generic office worker snapping under the oppressive weight of the system and pumping his office mates full of holes. Two people accidentally brush each other. They yell and snap in a blind furry. The country goes to war at the drop of two buildings and a pile of false evidence – twice. It sickens me.
Greed
If there’s one thing that Americans are guilty of its greed. Americans own copious amounts of stuff. Not anything in particular, just stuff. Old cars, barbeque sets, inflatable furniture, stuffed “collectable” animals, old magazines, rusty garden tools, pants, tables and chairs, light fixtures, snow globes, chewing gum wrappers. So many things. So much stuff. Why do Americans keep so much stuff? There isn’t any reason for most of it. In fact, Americans could live without almost all of it! The insatiable love of material possessions runs so thick through
Sloth
If there’s one thing that Americans are guilty of its sloth. Americans don’t walk to the corner store to buy a loaf of bread. They drive. Americans don’t get up to change the channel on the television. They use a remote. Americans no longer cook a meal from scratch. They use the microwave and a TV dinner if the drive-thru is too inconvenient. Americans no longer have the patience to wait in line at the grocery store to check out. Instead they use websites to have food delivered to their doorsteps. The deliverymen even bring it inside and, for a tip, will unload the food into the fridge. If a shovel is handy, they’ll unload it directly into a waiting mouth. It sickens me.
Since returning to the states at the end of September I’ve been experiencing a wide range of tumultuous emotions about
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