Farerb wrote:It seems to me that you ran into an incredibly rude and immature person who tried to make fun at you. I don't think it's necessarily an American thing since I've met people who are like that that aren't American, and while I'm not an American, I have relatives who are and they are very polite.
Thank you
Farerb.

I feel a bit relieved that I'm not the only person who finds her attitude sickening.
It's funny because in her eyes, I am the immature man-child and she is better than me. Come to think of it, wasn't it rather unwise of her to speak so cockily to a stranger? Think of it: she is presumably in a strange country unaccustomed with the local culture, she is alone with me, she looks like a strong gust of wind could blow her away and I stand 6'4" and probably thrice her size by mass.
What if I was a violent man? Perhaps she can read people and could tell I am no thug, but what if she read me wrong? Maybe I was acting all along and only pretending to be a softie.
To be fair, I am also rather disturbed at my own behaviour. Why did I let her talk to me that way? Yes, I know I said I was stunned by her attitude and kept talking to see what else she'd say. That is true and certainly played a huge factor in my meekness. However, I'm not sure it is the only thing. Did I excuse her because she's not Maltese and perhaps that behaviour is "accepted" where she's from?
I am a very gentle person, and it takes
a lot to get me to lose my temper. (But when I lose it, I
really lose it - so watch out.

) While I certainly was never going to shout at her, or assault her verbally with vulgar language (I'm not that type), I fear that my passivity gave all the wrong signals. She probably thought I'm a clueless pushover who either likes being bullied or is too stupid to realise they're being taken for a ride. (It seemed pretty obvious she thought I was woefully unintelligent.)
That's not the case.
If a Maltese person had behaved the exact same way, I'm pretty sure I would have kept my composure. However, I would have let them know what I thought of them, looking away and refusing to speak to them. Then again, a local would never have talked to me that way.
This was new to me. It's funny because let me assure you all that my country has its fair share of rude, entitled, arrogant, ignorant and poorly educated teenagers - and that group gets larger by the day.

However, even local crass delinquents would not have had the nerve to speak to me that way. They might have gotten to that stage if I started talking to them, and it would still feel out-of-character for them. (They'd probably say or do other awful things, but not behave the way this girl did.) In the end, they'd probably mind their own business and would never have even spoken to me after my outburst at the missed bus, even if they thought I looked like an idiot.
Then again, while "rude", "entitled" and "arrogant" describe this girl to a T, I am not sure she is "ignorant" and "poorly educated." Well, I guess she is ignorant to an extent - her behaviour proves that. But not entirely ignorant.
By the way, I don't want to sound like I jumped to conclusions and figured that
all American teenagers are this way.

I think I'm still a bit shocked that
some of them are this way. I suppose I was happier living in ignorance and unaware this behaviour exists, and I wish the first American I met was a lovely and friendly person like many of you on this site. Don't worry. I'll get over it, you yanks.
I felt another weird sensation.
Many years ago on this site I revealed that I'm an autistic person. I am high functioning, and apparently the type of autistic person that doesn't look even remotely autistic to other people. (When I mention it to people I know, they are taken aback and almost do not believe me.) While for many years following my diagnosis I actually doubted it, I am now convinced that I am indeed autistic, and I don't mind one bit. (While I may not really exhibit classic symptoms, I exhibit others, but these symptoms are invisible to most people.)
Anyway, to cut a long story short ... socialising and interacting with people has never really been an issue for me even if my diagnosis says otherwise.
However, with this girl I felt autistic in ways I'd never felt before. It's like for those twenty or so minutes my autism levels went through the roof, and the "classic symptoms" I thought I didn't have seemed to surface for the first time.