There is nothing like living in your home country all your life, surrounded by other people who have also lived in the same country all their life, to make you completely oblivious to what your culture is like.
I could never understand the stereotypes about my nationality as they all seemed completely untrue. According to the world, we Brits are ridiculously polite, a bit awkward and have bad teeth. As far as I was concerned, these were stupid assumptions as I knew plenty of rude Brits, confident English-men and at least two of my friends have nice teeth… However, having lived in Vietnam for the past 6 months now, I’m starting to realise that maybe I do fit the stereotype a little bit.
1. I am really ridiculously polite
My idea of being polite is apologising for everything (even if I didn’t do anything wrong), saying hello to people (even if I just saw them 5 minutes ago) and smiling sweetly when someone has really irritated me (any other Brit would recognise this as a false and damning smile).
Vietnamese peoples’ idea of being polite is coughing up mucus after you’ve driven by, rather than on your bike as you pass.
2. I am very animated
By which I mean, I use my hands and face a lot to show how I’m feeling or what I mean. I would much rather raise my eyebrow than say ‘woah, that’s too expensive’, I love pulling strange faces when I’m explaining what another person said to me and I do actions to explain what I mean, even when I know the word in Vietnamese.
However, most of the Vietnamese people I’ve met tend to have three faces; neutral, unimpressed and extremely excited. In my experience, 70% of the time they use the ‘neutral face’ and 25% of the time they are doing their ‘unimpressed’ face because I’m doing some elaborate sign language to order a coffee.
3. I will never stop queuing
In my home country, there is no one more despised than the ‘queue jumper’. Even if someone jumps the queue by accident, there will be a collective silent sigh by everyone else in the queue. (We won’t actually say anything, that would be far too confrontational.)
We Brits have the utmost respect for the queue, it is the epitome of order and anyone who disprespects the rule of the queue can be expected to by shunned and uninvited to family gatherings.
In Vietnam, however, there is a very different approach to getting what you want. Queues and orderly lines do not exist in shops, roads or even hospitals. What especially blows my mind is that nobody gets annoyed if someone else jumps in front of them. The general thought process seems to be; ‘good on them, if only I’d thought of that!’
4. I’m not very honest
I don’t mean I’m a liar, I just mean I say a lot of things just for the sake of saying things. I just can’t stand the idea of making another person uncomfortable. This means that I spend a lot of the time avoiding saying that I disagree/don’t understand/don’t care, and just nodding and smiling instead.
On the other hand, you can guarantee that if you say something to a Vietnamese person that they disagree with/don’t understand/are not interested in, you’ll know about it!
5. I get offended really easily
Someone just looked at me for over 5 seconds without blinking = offended.
Someone just asked me if I put on weight = offended.
Someone laughed when I said a Vietnamese word = offended.
Someone didn’t laugh when I told a mildly funny joke = offended.
Someone just crashed into my bike, knocking me and my whole family to the ground, and then drove off without saying ‘sorry’ = not offended.
6. I really love tea
No explanation needed. Fortunately, this is a big Vietnamese thing too!
Now, what makes this about ‘my culture’ and not ‘just me’, you ask. At first, I did just think it was me but then when I started reciting my experiences in Vietnam, I realised it’s really not.
I can guarantee, if I tell a British person the story about someone scamming me on my own doorstep with a fake bill, they will be absolutely outraged. However, if I tell a Vietnamese person the same story, they will tell me that it was very stupid to trust someone at face value and it’s my own fault.
I suppose it’s time to accept that I am just a stereotypical Brit with awkward humour and bad teeth!
Ah, well. Cheerio!