Almost three years into expat life here and I've reached a point that I've always feared could be looming ahead:
I have a great post that I want to write, but it's about a friend here who reads this blog who will instantly know I'm talking about her. It's not negative, but would still be offensive, I think.
I'm also getting the distinct impression that other "friends" (ok, acquaintances) who read this blog are scared to hang out with me for fear something they say or do will end up on this blog. Again, won't name names or examples of how I can tell, but I can.
So sorry for the radio silence recently - but alienating friends isn't a smart move. Let's hope some t-shirt Chinglish or a good swinging story crossed my path soon!
I have a great post that I want to write, but it's about a friend here who reads this blog who will instantly know I'm talking about her. It's not negative, but would still be offensive, I think.
I'm also getting the distinct impression that other "friends" (ok, acquaintances) who read this blog are scared to hang out with me for fear something they say or do will end up on this blog. Again, won't name names or examples of how I can tell, but I can.
So sorry for the radio silence recently - but alienating friends isn't a smart move. Let's hope some t-shirt Chinglish or a good swinging story crossed my path soon!
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