Are you me?
I live with a bunch of Vanuatans and sometimes its difficult to read their intentions. They're really jolly people and constantly joking but sometimes they push food onto me, which makes me suspicious. When I was doing my washing the other night, a fat one came up to me and started babbling in broken English and then propositioned something to me that sounded like sex.
Very strange people.
Definitely not. Take your schizo pills.
I think the problem is me. Western culture is built upon exerting our power in friendships, as I've learned and grown to notice, where as these men build their friendship based on blood, culture and helping each other out for the sake of it. These tiny islands are the last happy islands untouched by the Western need to be economically productive, when for them a good life is having a house and land to feed your family and invite your friends over to eat and share kava.
>friendships
>helping each other out for the sake of it
I was going to ask, what's the difference, but then I remembered that during the course of the last century, Western culture has also shifted the meaning of "friendship" from "helping each other out" to "hanging out enjoying the same stuff".
Sad!