This is incredibly reaffirming, thank you. The problem is either in Finland, or Finnish, or SW Finland or Finnish (we’ve lots of dialects and I think ours is probably one of the most rudest sounding one) or just me. But like, I’m really good at customer service, and can be very nice to people. But… I can also be really fucking nasty, I know that. And a lot of the times even too nasty for my own taste, but sometimes just hunger and loneliness really grinds ones gears and I can’t help it.
Usually I don’t do it completely without reason, so I’m just “overreacting”, but like in general I feel the threshold for Finns to consider something an “overreaction” is waaaayyy smaller than with any international friends I’ve hung with. I mean especially Anglos. Or especially Aussies, actually.
Hell the moment I found one in Turku I spent like two days drinking and smoking with the feller. Good times. His tobacco was fucking strong, no idea where he got it. In a leathery pouch and smelled of like old tar and medieval times. Funny guy. Smoked me under the table, but I didn’t have much tolerance back then.
This is incredibly reaffirming, thank you. The problem is either in Finland, or Finnish, or SW Finland or Finnish (we’ve lots of dialects and I think ours is probably one of the most rudest sounding one) or just me. But like, I’m really good at customer service, and can be very nice to people. But… I can also be really fucking nasty, I know that. And a lot of the times even too nasty for my own taste, but sometimes just hunger and loneliness really grinds ones gears and I can’t help it.
Usually I don’t do it completely without reason, so I’m just “overreacting”, but like in general I feel the threshold for Finns to consider something an “overreaction” is waaaayyy smaller than with any international friends I’ve hung with. I mean especially Anglos. Or especially Aussies, actually.
Hell the moment I found one in Turku I spent like two days drinking and smoking with the feller. Good times. His tobacco was fucking strong, no idea where he got it. In a leathery pouch and smelled of like old tar and medieval times. Funny guy. Smoked me under the table, but I didn’t have much tolerance back then.