Ever since I came back from Vancouver, I've looked at people I meet in life in a different way. Seeing so many relaxed people hanging out together, not minding each other and being generally friendly towards each other's existence, how people treat each other back here in Holland disgust me. They are rude, noisy, bossy and impatient and it's starting to make me wriggle inside my skin. People don't give each other the space to live their lives around here and everyone has to know everything about anyone because they need to meddle in everyone else's lives, as if they have some authority on the matter. People criticise each other to ceaseless ends and they are never satisfied,
ever. There's always something wrong.
And the worst part? People can't even muster the kindness to return a friendly hello or a smile to a stranger. I get but one smile on a lucky day!
Basically, I'm experiencing heartbreak over the people of Canada. And I know not
everyone around here is like what I described, but the sad but true point of the matter is, that the majority is. To put it in other words, I know now that I have to get out.
I have to find a place whereI can surround myself with people I enjoy spending time with, who are not the egotistical shits the everyday person on the streets here is.
And I know how I sound. It's terrible! I'm degrading my own people and I hate feeling this way, but being emerged in such a relaxed culture, such a culture of people like - well - me, has opened my eyes.
And true, once you get to know a lot of these people, they're quite alright. Hell, some of my favourite people in this world are Dutchies. But still, the way that most of the public treats its fellow citizen is apalling.
As a result, I guess my mind's gone into some kind of identity crisis which is giving me sleeping problems. I'll probably ease back into my normal patterns sooner or later, but maybe I'll never be able to tolerate Dutch people as I have in the past. Sure, I won't outright be nasty to them, of course not, but there may always remain a stain of disappointment in my mind when I observe how they treat each other and myself.
So the two years-thing is basically when I finish my study and have a possibility of moving abroad.
+ The plus-side of all of this is that it's made me like my student unions even more; everyone there is just the way that everyone else here isn't. I'll be going out more as a result and having a fun time with people that actually know how to treat each other like human beings and not trash ready to be thrown out with the rest of the waste.
+ I would not have given up my trip to Vancouver for the world. This was not only a revelation that's changed me, but one that's bettered me. I know now that there are more people like me, people who care, people who are interested, people who have decency towards strangers. I just know I have to find them elsewhere in the world.
+ But most of all, the vacation has allowed me to meet up with Adsolution, one of the most inspiring people I've met yet.
Brah, we better meet up again in the future or yo'ass is toast! ;D
+ Getting all of that off my chest is relieving.
- Getting all of that off my chest has made me realise even more how serious the situation is.
+ None of my Dutch friends seem to exhibit this sickening behaviour, which is, I guess, why I liked them so much that I wanted to become friends with them.
. I'm not a cleaning maniac personnally, but tyding up my room usually takes thirty minutes or maybe two hours at worst (if I'm not packing everything of course, but I'm pretty mobile due to my studies 
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