My heritage: Part two

Hey people!

So I've decided to do another post on my culture. My online friends seem to find it quite interesting. Me, not so much so I'm not putting too much energy into this one!
Haha!

As u may have noticed I am not such a great fan of my culture. Which is quite sad I admit. I mean there are the qualities that i revere, but mostly I just do my own thing. Too much pompous bullshit and what I call "procedures".

Well my gran always said the beginning is the best place to start. No I'm lying she never said that. But if she had it would of been a nice touch me thinx heheh...nway.

The Boers.

So this is the part were I ramble on about them if i really cared.
But being a teenager I'm just gonna paste a link to wiki.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boer

The reason I am not the greatest fan of the boers are because of the whole Apartheid thing. It just gets to me. I mean I think maybe some Germans could identify with me. I know I wasn't part of it, but meh. I come from a line of terrible people.

But ye oke. I don't believe anyone is pure good or evil.
So read the wiki article if u would like to. It is actually quite interesting.

Peace and love,

xXx

My heritage: An introduction to kissing

As I said I'm gonna do a few posts on my culture/heritage.

As a white Afrikaans speaking male from SA I am considered a Afrikaner. Or colloquially known as a Boer. For those of u that is not familiar with this subject (most of u lol) I will go into detail about this in a next post.

However I would like to explain something to u that sheds light not only on me, but also my culture. They kiss. They hug. When we say hello: they kiss and hug. When we say goodbye: they kiss and hug. Luckily for me being male and all I get to only shake the hands of the men.

This is not working for me. At all. I use to go along with it. But no more. I have a complete balance between extroversion and introversion. Most people that know me would kill themselves laughing if they read this. I come accross as an uber-extravert. In fact I often, to my own disbelive, discover that I am shy. Weird. I can stand on stage and perfrom in front of a crowd of 1000's. But don't introduce me to a group of distant relatives. It freaks me out.

And then the kissing. Bleh! I can't do it. It is gross. And I always feel the need to wash my hands after shaking hands with all the men. I'm not a germaphobe. but eeuq I dont know where the fuck those hands were.

Now this is were "the problem" gets more intricate. They (the kissers, the hugger, the boers) do not get this. Thus, I shy away from greeting. I come in after everyone has settled in and just announce myself briefly to the room and before engaging in conversation. Also when i sense that people are getting ready to leave I disapear. Hahah I'm such a bad boi!!!

But they notice it. They sense it. The awkwardness of me taking an old ladies hand and shaking it is so out of the normal "prosedure". That look they would get that they try to conceal. Is it shock? Or disbelieve? Confusion? They kinda get mmmm offended is the wrong word. It's like they sniff that I'm not from of breed. Lol!!!!

Maybe I am putting to much thought into this. But geez I don't wanna kiss an old distant senile relative that can't even pronounce my name and forgot to put in her dentures.

Anyway, I don't wanna put them down. The Boers are an amzingly kewl bunch of naively great down-to-earth hardworking people (who just happens to be blinded by their ways). All in all they are good people. They stive to be. (Lol even though their track record is seriously stained, eh?)

I just wish they could see the error of their ways.
AND more importantly stop fucking kissing me!!!!!

Haha, peace and love!

xXx