Ok, I'm just going to warn you, this post is mainly meant for other expats in Singapore. Probably more so the expats of the American variety too.
So don't go all "Ang Mohs know nothing" on me here. I'm just sharing an observation. Put the guns away people.
When Aaron and I arrived in Singapore, we sort of developed a fear of leaving the house. Unless it was absolutely necessary, we would plant ourselves in the flat and lock the door. No unnecessary trips period. Necessary, meaning only if we were starving, bleeding or not breathing. Otherwise, it was a no go.
Why were we so weird?
See there's this thing that we Americans are so very used to and have come to love more than cheeseburgers and french fries.
It's called this: three feet of personal space.
I'm guessing it's more of an American thing because no one here seems to have an issue with it like we do.
Every time we walked amongst the natives, we were constantly being bumped into, walked into and downright shoved out of the way.
It was psychologically tiring.
So we just avoided the natives. And scavenged the pantry for food until the last tiny crumb could be found.
Then, my dear husband found a solution.
He created what we call the "walking game". The walking game is easy. All you do is stare blankly ahead of you and make sure to NEVER make eye contact with anyone.
Magically, people dodge out of your way.
I'm fairly sure they're all thinking "What the hell? Those crazy white people aren't even watching where they're going!"
But I don't care.
Because you're not shoving my purse off my shoulder as you push your way into my path.
Now we're trying to think of a game for the grocery store for when those people step in front of you while you're reading product labels and completely block what you're trying to do.
I think I may just start dropping cans on their feet. Then they might catch the drift.
Too harsh? Ok, I'll keep thinking.
2016 WY/MT Trip
8 months ago