Maybe this is a sign that there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps it’s because I’m selfish or have some sort of flaw in my character. Maybe I’m mean and unlikable. Maybe I’m just a bitter passport bro who’s whining about the West. But I think my life experience mimics other people’s, and that the authentic nature of it is what is really important. I lived in the United States for 14 years, nearly my whole childhood, and I only have one friend. I think it’s important to talk about as someone who has one foot in the passport bros camp. I think the fact that I only have one American friend says something serious, and not about me in this case.
Lies
If there’s something Americans love doing, it’s telling lies and exaggerating about someone else. I’ve been backstabbed by too many Americans to count. There’s no such thing as a best friend, in my opinion. If someone has information about you, they can just twist it, or rewrite the story entirely. Forget about blackmailing and evidence gathering. In my experience, Americans are awful and slimy people.
Bullying
It’s hard to complain about bullying when you are 100% convinced the people trying to verbally abuse you are mentally retarded. But yeah, Americans do try their best to bully you, in my experience. They’re honestly rarely ever nice.
Disloyalty
Maybe I’m too much of a flake. But I never felt like I could count on anyone when I was in that region of the world. I’ve had a lot of these people tell lies about me. I think most of the people I met would sell me if the price was right. I feel the same way about my current country as well. But I think Americans are even more disloyal.
I only have one friend
And I won’t turn my back on him. He comes from a different culture, and he’ll remain a part of his culture. But he is in fact my friend. We met as a matter of happenstance. We were trapped in the same circumstances and liked the same music, along with the gym. He was and is a great friend. But he’s a rare exception, and to me that almost proves the rule.
I’ve never had a good exerience
That’s the sad little secret. I haven’t had a single good experience with people from America, or Canada over the long term. Sure, there are many people from these places who are nice. There are also many people from these places who are not mean. But when I look back on my life in America there’s nothing I miss. Or rather, there’s no one. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, but I don’t totally think so. I have great experiences interacting with non Americans. The farther from the English speaking world I go, the happier and nicer people seem to be. People can be backstabbing everywhere, but the English-speaking world is cooked.
Male loneliness = fake
I withdrew from Western Society when I was a lot younger. I was about 21 years old when I got sick of everything. I was blessed to live with a good family member. In my estimation, the concept of men being single and lonely is fake. The loneliest time of my life was when I had a girlfriend in Canada. I didn’t like her, and I wasn’t attracted to her. She was nice, and I feel bad for hurting her feelings. But I think men just became honest. We don’t socialize as much because there is no point.
Women?
I haven’t been to America in a long time. I’m also fairly comfortable around women. From my sense, it seems like a lot of American women are angry. After about college age, I don’t come across a ton who strike me as interesting to be around. I think both American genders suck, although the women do sound a bit more delusional than the men on social media. Either way, my goal in life is to procreate overseas. I want my children’s life to be nothing like mine. For myself, this means avoiding American women like the plague. To be honest, I’m not turned on by any native English speakers. The accent is no longer pleasant to my ears.
Did you try to make friends?
This is a really stupid question. But it’s one that people always seem to have. Yes, I tried. But none of them were worthwhile. All of them, except the friendship which was referenced above were painful experiences, or ones I just tolerated. I’ve made real more friends in a collective 5 weeks spent in Latin America than in my 14 years in the United States and 2 years in Canada. The US dollar goes far, but I don’t think it goes that far. I don’t splurge either way. From what I can tell, after years of going out, meeting people, and dating random women… Every minute spent socializing with an English speaker would twice as effectively spend if you just stuck to make US dollars and talking to Colombian people.
I don’t really know what this article is really about. Maybe I’m too emotional. But I couldn’t help but notice this sad state of affairs for myself as an American man. I grew up in the United States. I didn’t want to leave the place. But this is also the country that alienated me. And by some stroke of luck, I’ve escaped and now have a path forward. I think this article might help someone. Maybe someone who feels like a misfit. Or maybe a confused parent. Me personally, I don’t think about the USA. Those 14 years are blocked out. I want to put some more money in my pocket, but I’m happy overseas. I live in a “3rd world” country now, and I move here as an adult. I think this says a lot about the current, or perhaps past social climate. The only saving grace is that I left a long time ago.
Thanks for paying attention.
