Japanese Culture Shock

In Backstage Diaries, life, Lonald's Opinions by Lb


On a side note:

Vivid expression

Vivid expression

I have never really payed much attention to other cultures. As an American and one who hasn’t done very much world traveling. I have only been witness to brief moments of the Spanish culture along with other nationalities through our day to day interaction with them in the melting pot of America. I have hardly been immersed in them. I have seen wide strokes of Spanish traits like their bond to family and their hard work ethics. For the most part I think these are shared traits in most foreign cultures and ones I think Americans have lost along the way.

Sadly I think many Americans haven’t paid much attention to the world around us. Once you start, you can truly appreciate the beauty and humanity in other races. You can also appreciate the humor.

Bottled Sweat

Bottled Sweat?

 Hmm, bottled sweat is something you don’t see advertised every day

I have never at all paid much attention to the Japanese way of life other than what I have read or watched on T.V. None of it does any justice compared to seeing them live their lives and interact with us in their native land. Until arriving here, I hadn’t realised how strikingly beautiful the women are, how respectful and kind both men and women can be and how much pride they all take in every task or job they are hired to do.

From my perspective, this is the heart and core belief system but I am no expert . They’re a very proud nation. Everyone I have met so far seem to be rooted in honor and everything they do they take pride in doing it to the very best of their ability. I’m talking about even the hard labor jobs too, even as small as flipping a patty.

This is the other thing I noticed, the shittiest of jobs aren’t all out sourced to other races as frequently as we do it in America. Does it happen, sure, but not because they believe those jobs to be beneath them. They tend the rice fields, there are Japanese maid servants,   gas station attendants, toll booth operators, and even thankful employees working in the fast food industry.  Most importantly, the work no matter what it is, truly becomes a passion to them and a labor of love. Everyone I have meet seem happy and joyful too.

Am I seeing the underbelly of their culture or the way they live behind closed doors? No, I am not. I am sure it plays out much the same way as our way of life. Humans are humans no matter where they live. I’m positive if I was a fly on the wall, I’d see the sad and heartbroken wife, resentful teen, the ashamed father, the drunk, the angry  and the depressed. I think the difference from what I gather, they just don’t show this side so easily in Public. In America, all I need to do to capture those human traits is spend an hour at the supermarket.

On my first day at Camp Fuji I received the most surprising gift of my trip here so far. This was something I wasn’t expecting and one that grounded me in the moment of what I really am witnessing in my experience as a comedian. I didn’t realise I was going to see Mt Fuji with my bare eyes let alone be in a camp at the base of the foothills of this great wonder. She was a teasy little tramp, always hiding behind the veil of the same cloud… but then she gave me a moment to behold.?

Mt Fuji, teasing me

Mt Fuji, teasing me

The one brief  moment I had to capture her.

Mt Fuji

Mt Fuji

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