Admitting you were wrong/made a mistake/can’t do something.
Related: changing your mind. The one thing that can still destroy any politician is the dreaded “flip-flop”. Yet the thing we most need them to do is to revise their position in the face of new information.
I think most of the problems in the world come down to some sort of bullshit posturing that (especially male) humans seem to be compelled to engage in.
Speaking a foreign language badly, not knowing a word for something, or only knowing the most basic greetings. People all over the world are generally delighted that you bothered at all, and are eager to teach you more. This has been true for me in big cities (even Paris) and tiny villages. The more obscure the language, the more delighted they will be. I have botched so many languages and conversations with strangers at this point that I am immune from embarrassment about it.
People all over the world are generally delighted that you bothered at all, and are eager to teach you more.
Agreed. All you need is how to say hi/hello, thanks, am sorry/excuse me and goodbye (bonus: “not very fluent with that-language”).
body language is pretty standard all over the world these days; globalization and the internet may have contributed to this (unless people there have been living under a rock for over half a century)
For Eg, acting “drinking from an imaginary bottle” signals as you are thirsty, requesting water.
You will be amazed with your brain capacity to sock up more of that language while in that country.
Yes!! I love picking up little tidbits in other languages while traveling.
It’s also amazing how ubiquitous English has become in the last 20 years, thanks to the internet. Back in the day, French or Spanish was required for some countries that spoke zero English, and that isn’t really the case anymore.
I love the (even Paris).
the french hate Parisians. the Parisians hate Parisians. the entire city runs on distain
Nudity. It’s just not a big deal, I think we could all stand to feel more comfortable and secure in our bodies and less ashamed.
Went to a nudist resort with a couple friend last year, it was a great time.
We camped out, I got there first and started setting up camp. I didn’t exactly have a solid plan but I was kind of figuring I’d set up my tent first so I’d have somewhere to leave my clothes, but it was one of those hot muggy days where the second you step outside your clothes are drenched in sweat, so after about a minute of feeling gross and sweaty unloading my car I decided screw it and ditched my clothes and immediately felt so much better.
Also I’m pretty sure that literally everyone hates doing laundry. If you’re not wearing clothes you don’t have anything to wash and put away. It was pretty nice being away for a few days and having basically no laundry to do when I got home except the clothes I wore for the drive.
Also all-around just a very positive experience. A lot of nudists aren’t exactly the kinds of people you’d necessarily want to see naked, I can pretty much guarantee that whatever you don’t like about your body someone there has the same thing or worse on full display. And once you get over the initial sensory overload you pretty quickly set noticing people’s bodies or the fact that they’re naked.
The writer David Sedaris wrote a wonderful funny essay about staying at a nudist colony. It seems endearing.
Being naked in public.
You know those dreams where you go somewhere important, but then you realize that you forgot to wear pants? I still have them, but they’re not stressful, just funny.
