Culture shock

I realized on the train today that I am right in the thick of culture shock.  Suddenly being mad about the way everything is different---that's it baby.  A week ago I found my paradise and contemplated never leaving. Today I am counting the days. A week from now I will be happily settled into a routine and enjoying the moment.  It's just a matter of working through this emotion right now.  I'm sure being completely alone for three days had something to do with its sudden onset, but regardless, it's here.

Do they not smell the sewer/urea/shit everywhere they go? Whose idea was it to put a damn squatter on a rickety train?? How can a culture so keen on "every life is worth living, worth preserving, worth cherishing" fail to realize their massive amounts of pollution are destroying lives?  A woman in front of me was playing Candy Crush Saga on her iPhone, as we drove down highways with literally no rule or law, just proceed at your own caution. And when I saw pollution, I mean pollution---dirty water, garbage EVERYWHERE.... RAWR!!!!! Really you are going to laugh at me when it was your mistake that caused me to be a day late in getting to where I needed to go? I get it, its  just different here. And trying to change it will be completely futile. Therefore---I blog.

Okay... I think that covers it. I'm sure by this weekend when I am experiencing the festival of lights, I will already be coming out of this shock.  Hopefully, anyway.