Please, oh please be careful if you’re a taller person living in Japan. What would I consider tall? I’m going to say somewhere around 5’10” and up (ASIDE: I’m 6’2″ if you were curious, I also like warm walks on the beach, and snuggling…wait…too much? Okay…back to the article). When a person’s height starts to hover within a certain range, you will find certain things just slightly more challenging here in Japan: finding clothes that fit (I’m still struggling to do that), negotiating door ways and stove fume hoods, keeping young elementary-school kids from mistaking you for a human jungle gym, committing crimes, finding a girlfriend that doesn’t have to jump up to hug you, being stared/pointed at (generally not in a mean way, though), riding certain rides at Tokyo Disneyland (i.e.-the Haunted Mansion), etc.. When these things happen, don’t let them get to you, they turn into wonderful stories later. Trust me, I’m speaking from experience 😉
Well, today I had one of those “too tall for my own good” experiences. I was working at my Shogakko, and I went into the staff room to grab something. I have been through this particular doorway so many times that I instinctively duck. But today I guess my instincts weren’t working. I had just finished talking to one of the staff members and was walking to my next class. On my way out of the doorway, I banged the devil out of my head on this metal frame that houses the sliding door. It was loud enough that everyone in the staff-room to heard it! Embarrassing!
“Donaldo, Daijobu (ドナルド大丈夫)?” one of the teachers asked. “Hai, daijobu desu (はい大丈夫です)” I replied with a smile. But if you could have ventured behind my eyes and into my mind, I wasn’t quite so calm: Donald’s Brain- “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, THAT HURT!!!” ”Who is that genius who made that f&[email protected] door so low!!” “You bastard door! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!!” Needless to say, it hurt like nobody’s business. It was the kind of pain that makes you want to hit/break things when you’re all by yourself…unfortunately I was at work and had to keep my cool.
I quickly walked to the bathroom to check out what happened. I couldn’t see the area in the mirror, but after touching the crown of my head, with a slight wince, I looked at my index and middle fingers which were now sticky and red. Yep, that’s blood.
The pain subsided rather quickly, but the mark didn’t. I am really sorry to show you my “scabbage,” but I’m doing it in the hopes that just maybe one person will learn from my mistake:
I guess this is one of those drawbacks to not having hair (thanks genes!), there was no hiding my injury. So many people were wondering what happened, asking me questions…sigh…as if I don’t already attract enough attention.
I’ll have to be more careful next time.
Have you had a similar experience here in Japan? What happened?
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