Daily Life in Turkey | Frustrations

It is easy to write about how great daily life in Turkey is and only to tell you all the good things that happen and keep from you the days that get you down.  Every now and then you get days full of frustrations where you just want to throw a tantrum, kick scream and cry about all that is wrong with the world.

Well the other day I had one of those days where I just wanted to, in this case sit down on the pavement and have a little tantrum about how rubbish life is here in Turkey and how I just want to get on the next plane and fly home.

Unfortunately for my poor husband I have just the nature where I do tend just to let my emotions over rule any sensibility.

Let me tell you the little story of my Frustration day;

It started off a lovely day, just before Bayram and we were out to get a few bit’s a pieces for the house in case of visitors once we had been and bought what we needed, I then wanted to pop next door to the butcher to buy the meat for the month.  Now most butchers in Turkey I have been in are fairly basic and you normally get one Butcher shop for red meats and one for chicken.  This one however was more like what I was used to at home, with plenty choices of cuts of red meat and various selections of chicken.

But this is a story of frustrations and here it begins, the cuts of meat where not what I was used to, my Turkish Language skills stopped me from asking the questions I would like to have asked, my husband couldn’t understand me as my habitual shyness took over and he struggled to hear me.  I said I want some chicken he said what type and so he ordered and I paid the dues.

I had manage in my panic only to buy 4 small chicken legs, and 8 breasts of chicken and no red meat and I was wondering how I had managed only to communicate this to my husband.

As I walk out the shop I say you are not much use he says why and I reply you didn’t help me and here comes the tantrum my poor husband looks shocked as to what he could have done wrong.

He had not done anything wrong but because of my lack of language skills the fear of the shop attendants laughing at me, the non ability to make my husband understand the different cuts of meat and for him to work out what the translation and my lack of confidence sent me into a spiral of frustration and panic.

I wanted to be able to speak in English buy the meat and the cut that I wanted to ask the butcher all the questions like what would you recommend today and even make friends with the butchers in order to help my weekly/monthly shop.  But in stead I was reduced to a quivering messing and feel extremely stupid and dumb.

At this point I managed to complain about the whole world and how much I hate this place and I just want to go home where I can be understood, I will never understand the language and how useless I am etc.

Luckily for me my husband quickly understood what my little tantrum in the middle of the street (I was discreet no one noticed) he took me back to the butchers much to my embarrassment and helped me to order what it was I wanted.

That is the story of my day of frustration where the rose tinted glasses where removed and life dulled just for a fraction.  But never worry these days don’t last long and so life is back to being bright and shiny and you learn that you can cope with life.

 

 

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6 Responses to “Daily Life in Turkey | Frustrations”

  1. 25th September 2010

    ISTANPOOL Reply

    I DO UNDERSTAND YOU .AS THIS IS THE BREAKING POINT WHICH HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I FIRST MOVED TO ISTANBUL .AND THATS RESEMBLES LIKE WHEN YOU ARE RUNNING AND YOU FEEL YOU AR TIRED BUT YOU KNOW YOU SHOULD RUN 10 MINS. MORE .SO HERE COMES THE TRICK ..EITHER YOU QUIT AND NEVER LOSE WEIGHT OR YOU GO ON RUNNING 10 MORE MINUTES AND STICK TO YOUR EXERCISE SCHEDULE AND LOSE WEIGHT .

    WILL BE KEEPING AN EYE ON YOUR BLOG

    BEST REGARDS
    SARAH

  2. 5th October 2010

    Brianj Reply

    Hi, when do we get more posts

  3. 26th September 2013

    Christine Reply

    Hello, I was just referred to you from a friend. I figure I want to start reading your blog from the beginning- like a book. and the few posts that I have read while scanning and this one- YOU ARE ME!!!!! OH MY GOD we are parallel!!!!! ugh Finally someone I can read about and imagine in true life, and I say YES I know I agree. Okay I’ll stop. but now ya know. I’m happy my friend referred your blog to me and I am happy to read it. congratulations on your life and also dedicating time to post daily n such. I wish I could but its not one of my good traits. 🙂

    • 1st October 2013

      Kerry Arslan Reply

      Thanks Christine its amazing how many of us are living the same lives. Hope you continue to enjoy the blog x

  4. 9th April 2014

    criticalstriker Reply

    I was not going to write here – im generally a lurker on your website. However this shyness kills me too as a Turk who moved to Belarus. My russian is not advanced enough to express myself and because of my shyness it always goes `that willdo` and things are half done so I totaly understand you about the language barrier..

    • 12th April 2014

      Kerry Arslan Reply

      Thank you for taking the time to comment Criticalstriker, I also have issues with shyness it stopped a lot in my life I decided when I was 25 to fight through it, though you are right it is not good when trying to be confident learning and speaking a new language. I wish you luck in your new home of Belarus and I hope your Russian continues to improve.

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