[ SECRET POST #2343 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2343 ⌋

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Comments

Re: Cultural differences - privacy

[justthedriver]

When I saw in Minnesota, I was approached by plenty of people to talk. I was at the airport at the time (layover), and people are really friendly. I don't know if they are native Minnesotans or not, actually, but the guy sitting next to me on the plane was really friendly and we basically chatted the whole flight aside from sleep breaks. So I'm not entirely sure.

In Florida, people are extremely friendly and incredibly sweet to me. I was flirted with more times than I ever had in my entire life, which I didn't expect. It might be because I'm a young Asian woman (with a quaint accent, according to nearly every native Floridian I spoke to). It's really fascinating and welcoming, honestly - they know I'm different, it's obvious that I'm different, but I'm not alienated whatsoever? When I was buying a travel adapter someone the salesperson teased me if I forgot to bring my adapter. That was weird. And when I was in Lush in Florida Mall, the salesperson called me 'dear' and stood really close to me and she took my hand and smear soap all over it without asking. It was weird, but she was so friendly that I was mostly confused rather than irritated.

In my home country, personal space is a weird thing because we're fucking overpopulated. But no one talks to each other. A stranger talking to me on the train is just the strangest experience and it's a 99% chance that it's a foreigner.