Ah man...I feel guilty here, being an unemployed EU immigrant.
Explanation is that my French wife got banned from the USA because of a super silly visa flaw, and after a few months I quit my job and followed her back to France. For maybe 6-9 months, I totally dedicated myself to language learning, and after being pretty fluent, entered the job market with confidence. It was so miserably depressing, because nobody would even make eye contact with me. "Bonjour, I have X years of experi...Non, merci!" Instant ****ing rejection, always. I pushed my resume to the point of being rude, but eventually ran out of steam. Got restaurant job via connection, but didn't know eating culture well enough to hold it. After so much negative responses, you really just lose hope. Too much stress has given me heart palpitations, which is why I'm quitting the EU, moving back to the US and getting a bike trainer. I need to exercise out of depression and cardio my heart. Wife will follow after paperwork, maybe a year from now.
I'm your average white dude, but France has left me feeling really rejected and worthless, along with other EU countries I applied to. I now totally understand why so many N. African immigrants are frustrated with feelings of discrimination, and stay out of the job market. If I were them, I'd be pretty convinced it was my skin. There's a lot of room for misunderstanding...but either way, **** that gangster/ghetto behavior **** many people exhibit. Anyways, unemployment really destroys you, and good community action/positivity is all that keeps you floating sometimes
I sat in a lot of government immigration courses like "Don't Beat your Wife 101" and "It's Illegal to Sell your Child 211," and the way these government employees make you feel is pretty ****ing bad. You are a criminal, instantly. Some of the incomers suck, and should never be allowed in, but the majority seemed to have good intention. Some Syrian dudes were (to me) as American as peanut butter and jelly, completely integrating, trying hard but struggling with language, while some Egyptian and Isreali guys were just walking definitions of anti-integration and will probably never even attempt to assimilate. Everybody was different...personally, I can't imagine myself
ever feeling like I belong here, sitting at a small Parisian cafe table, elbows tight, wearing a scarf, hair gelled, and giggling about domestic politics or something. Personally, France was like a woman you are attracted to, try hard to date, get rejected by, and then you start wondering why you were ever attracted to her in the beginning.
Sorry for the rant. Thanks for your feedback on dashcam footage guys
You've shown me
exactly what I was searching for!