かぜこ
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Hey everyone! My name is かぜこ, and I've always kinda struggled with not feeling like I fit, you know? My friends and I have this joke that I was reincarnated in the wrong country, and it started out harmless enough, but now I'm starting to think that maybe it's true. The reasons I think this are actually kinda funny.
I live with my mom, dad and multiple siblings, and we were eating lunch when (I can't remember which sibling it was) asked why I had a little stand for my chopsticks instead of just leaving them in the bowl, and (looking appalled at the very thought) I explained why I use the stand and why you don't leave them in the bowl. ( In Japan, You don't leave your chopsticks in the rice. It has to do with funeral costumes and such.) My mom then looks at me and says, "So you can follow Japanese table manners but not American ones?" And I just stared at her, while blowing on my ramen, completely confused. There are more little events like this that have happened throughout my life, but the most recent of these actually being today. My high school offers a Japanese Language class, and out of everyone there, I'm the most fluent. Today we were translating this short story from Japanese to English, and answering true/false questions. I wrote in hiragana perfectly, but when it came time to translate to English, the first word I wrote was, "hellow". -_- no capitalization, no punctuation, nothing. Worst part? My ONLY pencil doesn't have an eraser, so I went to the teacher, and again in PERFECT Japanese, asked if I could borrow a pencil with an eraser.
Does anyone have any theories on how I wound up in America, with absolutely no DNA from Japan or Asia in general? Also, side question, is it possible for a soul to prefer being born a certain gender and not be born that way. Example: soul prefers to be male, but is instead born female.
I live with my mom, dad and multiple siblings, and we were eating lunch when (I can't remember which sibling it was) asked why I had a little stand for my chopsticks instead of just leaving them in the bowl, and (looking appalled at the very thought) I explained why I use the stand and why you don't leave them in the bowl. ( In Japan, You don't leave your chopsticks in the rice. It has to do with funeral costumes and such.) My mom then looks at me and says, "So you can follow Japanese table manners but not American ones?" And I just stared at her, while blowing on my ramen, completely confused. There are more little events like this that have happened throughout my life, but the most recent of these actually being today. My high school offers a Japanese Language class, and out of everyone there, I'm the most fluent. Today we were translating this short story from Japanese to English, and answering true/false questions. I wrote in hiragana perfectly, but when it came time to translate to English, the first word I wrote was, "hellow". -_- no capitalization, no punctuation, nothing. Worst part? My ONLY pencil doesn't have an eraser, so I went to the teacher, and again in PERFECT Japanese, asked if I could borrow a pencil with an eraser.
Does anyone have any theories on how I wound up in America, with absolutely no DNA from Japan or Asia in general? Also, side question, is it possible for a soul to prefer being born a certain gender and not be born that way. Example: soul prefers to be male, but is instead born female.
