I riffled previous blog scripts: Finnishness and our nightmares surfaced pretty stongly so I would like to introduce myself. Obviously: not so serious way. 😉
Btw, writing this blog post was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Believe it or not but I did this post for like 5 hours. It had to be perfect because you know I`m Finnish and it`s impossible to publish something not-perfect. Yes I know this is reeeeeally far away from perfect but please give me some grace this is my first blog post ever in english and the language is pretty hard for me still.
But here we go… My name is Laura and I am a typical Finnish person. I will tell you couple of examples to prove that.
- I was at the bus stop and random guy came to talk to me (obviously not from Finland) so I told him I don`t speak English at all. Problem solved!
- I was walking to the home at the evening and someone (again not from Finland) stopped me to ask what time is it. I dug my phone from my bag and showed the clock to him. Once again nightmare avoided!
- I travelled with bus to home and someone sat next to me (Of course the bus was full because she was Finnish and she would not do it otherwise.) the first thing I thought was ”Omg, how I can leave this bus when she is on my way. Do I really have to talk to her?” When the time arrived I opened my mouth and said ”ummhömmmhöphymph” and she understood. She dodged my way and said nothing. Then I just rushed away from bus and that`s it. The problem solved by two Finnish girls.
- The bus was full when I jumped on so I had to sit next to random person. Oh how terrible it was! A few stops later beside us a whole set of seats was released. ”Oh yeah babe, oh yeah, I can move and sit alone for the rest of ride! But wait a second. Can I do it? Is it rude? But he want it also for sure. Oh anyway, I can`t do it. He is okey so I don`t want him get hurt.”
And for the last example I would like to tell you how that stereotype follows me to the other side at the globe also:
I travelled to USA in summer 2016 and went to the store. At the cashier seller said: ”Hello darling. How are you?” I just freezed in my place and stared to her. What kind of darling I am to you? Why you are interested in how is my day or life or anything? Finally I got stuck ”Hello, I am okey.” Yeah, right. Nothing like thank you, how about you or that kind of stuff. Well done Laura, well done. That would`ve been something like normal people call small talk.
Okay I told you it would be the last example but when I tried to find good picture for it I found this:
And laughed a little because this is just like my father and I. Sometimes my father asks me something like ”How was your boat trip.” and I start to tell everything from tasty, juicy, glutenfree bread to dancing on the tables while drunk. Okay, to be honest I usually can`t get it to the end because my father stops me.
If you read this to the end thanks and sorry.