Privacy Issues
Will and I were talking a day or two ago about how being a foreign person on the island is rough because you can never be out of line. A consequence of being foreign is that everyone knows who you are, what your job is, and likely the general vicinity of your home. If you walk around with a foreign person of the opposite sex, you are instantly married to them in everyone’s mind. (Heck, walk around with ANYONE at all and you’re married to them.) You can’t tell anyone off, you can’t really walk around grubby looking, you can’t buy anything questionable. Not that I feel the need to do these things. But it does limit your freedom quite a bit. There is truth to the notion that this is a 24-7 ambassadorial job of sorts. But I digress. Here’s an anecdote for you.
UPDATE: The semi-humorous anecdote has been pulled due to escalation of the situation. I officially have a stalker. I’m in that club now. Too bad it’s not an online only deal. For crying out loud. I’ll be gone for the weekend. Don’t worry – not dangerous – I think, and appropriate measures have been taken.
