I occasionally wonder if it is possible to relapse into culture shock. Odded out in an odd-numbered group, surrounded by conversation I find repulsive and no longer relate to, I find myself wanting to scream, flip out, or just run away. Is it my bitter, righteous mind and heavy heart, or the uncaring perhaps unknowing minds of others? Is it culture shock or a general cynicism and scorn I carry with me every day?
I know not.