You meet me, we start talking about ourselves and all the awesome things we have to say and you think I’m a really cool American – then I tell you I’m from Greece.
That’s when I get the look.
If you’ve met a Greek in the last couple years you’ve given them this look, even if you didn’t mean to, but we both know you probably meant to.
It’s a similar look to the one couples give the life-loving single girl, but with a an added touch of “it sucks to be you”. Then the conversation goes from you really interested in what I have to say, to you trying to convince me how right you are about how much my life sucks because you watched this thing on the news.
There have been instances when I’ve purposely kept the fact i’m Greek quiet just to avoid conversations like these – something I’m not proud of at all.
I used to boast about my carefree life and endless summer nights, but then I moved away for college and everyone had a different opinion about my country. The words “You guys are fucked” used to follow even the happiest story I was telling about something back home. Is reminding me about possibly getting kicked out of the Eurozone really necessary when I’m telling you about my grandmother?
(submitted by @gabaeriel)