Trials and Tribulations
How's it going?
Today's post is more of a rant. Won't last long, I promise, but I just got to get it off my chest.
In the past, I have written many posts about living in France, most positive, but there are some days, I just want to backhand them right in the mouth. There is nothing more I can't stand than French people, talking. Does my head in!
I keep to myself most days. I don't like going out unless I have to.
Work is obligatory, and I like that because I'm telling French people what to do, training them, so to speak, on being better people. I've been successful.
Random French people are rude, annoying, stupid as shit, unaware, and selfish, which makes for a dangerous situations. Plus, one in five French people suffer from mental illness. It's a war zone out there. Seriously. I have been harassed several times on the streets, and been approached by scavengers wanting money or cigarettes. I have seen pedestrians hit by vans, I've seen fights break out, I've seen a man attack a woman on public transportation, I've seen a homeless man attack a passerby.
French people are miserable, (it's well documented, look it up!) but often too stupid to do anything about it. If they do get help, services are at capacity and often turn patients away, suffering. Poor bastards. And the cycle continues and cowardly acts, like the ones above, happen on the daily.
Despite these situations, I feel safe most days, I stay away from large crowds, only do what I have to, keep appointments, and go on nature hikes.
When dealing with random French people, I keep to myself and limit communication. I am polite and kind, but my time is precious and limited, therefore I am not wasting it talking to a moron possibly with a mental illness. No thank you! There have been times when I've engaged in bad behavior, just read my I hate France section. Now, I just ignore bad behavior or if I do engage, I just laugh in their face or tell them to shut up, and sashay away. These incidents don't happen too often, which is good!!
It's sad to refer to French people in this manner, but whatever, it is what it is, and I just have to navigate my way around. It's the only thing I can do.
Take care of yourselves and be your best you.
Bonjour et Bienvenue!
Thank you for stopping by for a spell!
I am a 40-something year old American woman. Born in Texas, raised in Las Vegas!
Frenchified for Life
is a fabulous little lifestyle blog about truly embracing French life!
My intent is to simply inspire you to create something unique and beautiful in your everyday life. The French have this wonderful and annoying habit of seeing the world through rose colored glasses, might as well learn something from them!
That said, I lift my glass to you!
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