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I don't like this country.
I don't like it's people, policies, government, development plans, late history, basically the whole idealogy that it has been based on.
Coming here now and then may create some kind of a closeness, a familiarity, or some kind of a understanding, maybe even a sense of belongingness.
Growing up in those manners is also a positive effect of course.
Then came the office, hey how'r ya doin' today colleagues, bosses, the whole set of mentality. Have a good one!

These are the reasons I can think of at the moment for me being inclined to like this country.
However I just don't like it.
The difficulty comes at this point beacuse it isn't always so easy to explain the feelings having a negative base than the ones with positive.

Having another snapshot to the positive side is that I might like this country very much with a totally, deliberately materialistic point of view. If you are looking at the whole thing judging on the size, the design, the ingridients, the presentation, the taste, the smell, the post purchase psychology, mainly the whole package, then most people will have to admit it is adorable.
Just like this whole green card phenomena that has been created. Ohh my have you got a green card! Applying a lottery that gives you no dollars, no stock options, but very intriging; gives you a door knob. You might choose to hold it or you may leave it hanging there. Lottery in the general idea should be a quick prize. You'll immediately get your million dollars, move to a richer subdivision, buy a bigger SUV, and join the club. Or you'll immediately receive a ticket to the Carribbean, or the wonderful, multi task vegetable squeezing, peeling, cutting, mixing robot will be sent to your mailing address.

But this one is, there you go, I'll send you an invitation for my birthday party. Your travel is on your own expense, you have to dress nicely, you must be very well prepared for the games we play in birthday parties, you have to know how to play twister, you have to be pretty good at simon says, and you have to bring a present.
Now that there has been created an extremely big popularity of this greencard, when one has to face it, there will come a troublesome time.

The feeling this place gives to me is very creepy.
It's like somebody is planning a game behind me and everybody is in it.
Behind my back. something has to be going on, otherwise, it is hard to believe all this ridicule.

High schools lately have started to distribute stickers to parents of successful students who have had their names in the Honor List that semester. So you can stick a sticker behind your car and be proud such a brilliant kid you've got.

// Mother of Honor student at Willington High. //