Whether it was it the four hours of drunken karaoke or the $3000 I won in pachinko, I dunno, but I was in no shape to catch the last train to Shinjuku last night, and wound up spending the night on Mayumi's floor, which left me almost too sore to rehearse for the first performance of "Strenj-Love," that Depeche Mode cover band that Kenji and I decided to start last weekend, and...
...well, that's what I hoped this blog would be sounding like by now. I know I'd read it. Isn't that what's supposed to happen when you move to Tokyo? You're drawn into a frenzied world of drunken businessmen, purple-haired actress/bartenders, and non-stop, multilingual techno-revelry beneath a neon sky?
Right?
Right. Christ almighty, I've been here three weeks and I haven't even bought a phone yet. Or made any new friends. Or even spoken to a single Japanese person who wasn't handing me my change.
Am I the only one who thought I was going to be spending my time grooving with gaijin-curious hipsters over green tea and sushi every night of the week? 'Cause most of my time lately seems to be spent at the 7-11 near my house, trying to figure out what's in the frozen dinners by squinting at the pictures on the back of the box.
Yeah, I know. These things take time. At least my job doesn't suck, and that's what I'd been dreading the most.
But all the same. Tokyo's as cool as I expected—it's just me that's not.
Yeah, I hear that a lot. (About the shyness thing, not the weed.)
No matter where I go, everyone avoids eye contact. If I can find some cool places to hang out and some neat hobbies to work on, I'll probably have better luck.
Thanks for the kind advice, Yo, it means a lot.
dude,
expectiation always kills you.
you will be fine but it might take some time to sleep on mayumi's floor and gather band with kenji. See we japanese are friendly outside but takes more to break into the their inside shell. :) (we are shy people, I would say)
just bring some weed and say " issho ni yarimasenka?"
then you will be good!