One story in particular stands out from my recent trip to Finland. I was sitting on the steps leading up to a Freemason church in the square dedicated to Alexander II in the heart of the downtown. I was chatting with a Russian girl- this was after several failed attempts to chat with native Finns- and two Finnish girls came up, asking for the cigarettes that we were smoking.
I reached in to my pocket and handed them the pack, and turned to finish what I was saying to the Russian girl. As I turn back, I see that the Finns have started to leave.
I let out a yelp of dismay. They had taken the whole pack and started to leave.
They turned around and said something along the lines of, “oh, did you still want the pack?”
This floored me. Who takes an entire pack of smokes when bumming for a cigarette? I emphatically told them to take just two.
“So, can you tell me what places I should see here?” I asked as they started picking them out. “Somewhere where students like to hang out.”
They shrugged and looked at me strangely.
“No, we have to go.” They said. And left.
I looked aghast at them at this breach of social convention, and then turned to the Russian girl again.
“Can you believe that?” I demanded.
She nodded her head knowingly and rolled her eyes.
“They’re all like that.” She said….
Do you see what happened there, dear reader? No? Let me explain it to you. You cannot just bum a cigarette off someone and leave like that in Russia. That’s a social faux pas. Even more so when its a tourist thats come to your country and is asking you where to go and what to see. That’s just low and mean- at least by Russian standards.
But they didn’t seem to be doing it out of malice or spite. Nor did they strike me as particularly socially autistic. The Russian girl confirmed that this was just standard behavior for Finns…
Which leads me to conclude that Finns are not pathological altruists.
Neither are the Swedes for that matter.
I didn’t experience any of that fabled pathological altruism when I was in Finland. In fact, there was outright disgust when I told some of them I was from Russia…
Ooga booga! The Russkies are coming!
I thought the East Coast was bad, but it has nothing on Scandinavia.
Seriously, the PA theory is flawed. No Finn told me:
“Here have a drink, tell me about yourself, oh blessed foreigner.”
“Here, have my woman and some free money you foreign Other!”
I have heard about this “village mentality” before making my trips, but only now do I finally understand what people mean by that. The whole society operates on a sort of social circle, group-think, consensus based model. To a tourist it comes off as being snobby, but I suppose the better way to describe it is the attitude of a small and insular peoples.
In fact, they explicitly make you feel like an Other the minute you step foot in their country.
…Except on the Metro. They don’t have turnstiles and you can ride it for free because no one checks. Makes you feel like a local. I’m telling you, Helsinki is just a large village!
In general, the Finnas are some of the most closed-off and social circle oriented people in the world. They’re nowhere on the level of Swedes, but still, this PA theory can be debunked by spending 24 hours in Finland.
The Swedes of course, have refined this to a higher art. But the more time I spend in Scandinavia (does Finland count?) the more I realize that these northern people’s are just conformists, full stop.
You see it in the way they act, the way they talk and the way they dress, and the attitudes they have.
So many basic bitches roam the city of Helsinki with their color co-ordinated athletic outfits. The yoga pants, sneaker, headband combo is the official look of the platinum-haired Finnish blonds roaming the city.
It feels like a hotter version of Washington, DC.
The men were much less faggy than the Swedes I saw in Stockholm, but also struck me as incredibly introverted and adverse to meeting new people.
Don’t get me wrong. Few of them will be outright rude to you if you start a conversation. But don’t expect it to go anywhere. Talking to a man in Finland feels like picking up a hot chick, prepare to do 90% of the talking as he looks at you judgingly and nods his head from time to time.
These people will not buy you a drink, they will not show you around, and they definitely won’t leave you thinking that you can be a Finn if you adopt their SWPL values.
Naturally, this wouldn’t be an AI trip without a night out in the bars and clubs. I went with Sven Garrison- a patriot I met in Sweden- and we hit up a few places over 2 nights. Honestly, I know cafes in Russia that play louder and more upbeat music than the clubs and bars we went to. It was shockingly quiet and tame, everywhere we went.
You even notice it in the layout of the bars and clubs- the village mentality that is.
The tables and seats are arranged in these little circles all around the club. They are occupied by groups of Finns out for a night of tepid fun. Just like the society at large, the little rings of seats are closed off to the other patrons of the club. Its little parties within the larger party, Finns just chatting (at a low murmur) and relaxing with their group for the night.
The most high energy thing we heard was some local Finnish rap. It was pretty bad.
While I was waiting for Sven to arrive the first night, I headed down to Kallio and started chatting with tipsy Finns about to head out to party.
These were the hipsters and the trendy types, so I figured they would be more laid back at least. The men straight-up ignored me, but I got to talking with this one girl and she was pretty laid back even if a bit cold and distant. She told me that she was leaving Finland soon because she didn’t like it there.
“Where are you going to go?” I asked.
“Australia or New Zealand,” she replied.
Hmm. They never seem to say Kenya do they?
I’ve noticed this phenomenon among the youth in Sweden and Finland and even the hipster circles of St. Petersburg. They all want to leave and go to Australia.
I dub it- “Implicit White Flight.”
Although, the Helsinkians and Peterburgians don’t really have much cause to run away, both cities are still pretty white. Helsinki was nowhere near Stockholm levels of Diversity, even if it didn’t match up to the St. Petersburg gold standard.
You want the truth about Finns and Scandinavians in general?
They are the epitome of everything I hate.
Now, I suppose thats a little harsh… Especially considering that we met a local patriot there. He was fun to chat to, but its hard to consider him a Finn. He was part of the TRS nation- which is a separate entity entirely. Being a TRS goy is like being part of a secret society. You immediately understand and relate to a goy you just met with barely any introduction.
It’s like meeting an old friend, the guard goes down after a few probing questions and you just cut the shit in lingo that few of the patrons around you would understand even if they overheard you.
Which is why meet-ups are so fun and mentally relaxing.
But yeah, the Finns… I really can’t stand the mentality of these strange snow-peoples.
How can they be so…quiet and repressed, conformist and group-thinking, cold and unwelcoming? It doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t feel human!
What the fuck went wrong with these blue-eyed devils?
Snootiness and blandness are not synonymous with high civilization. Rather, I’d say its an indicator of a petty bougy mentality…
But perhaps the Anglos are somehow to blame? After all, everything in Finland is a carbon copy of some American suburb. The metro stations look like some dystopian Brutalist fantasy artwork. There is almost no difference between most of Helsinki and some upscale suburb in the US.
The few nice buildings clustered downtown are a mix of Italian style Northern Baroque (I think) and I suspect built by the Russian emperors.
Otherwise, Helsinki is just a tiny little city with non-descript suburbs.
It’s got its fair share of Diversity, but if you expect Walking Dead levels of Dindus, you need to head over to Stockholm’s suburbs or the city of Malmo. As for the POZ? I only saw 2 trannies and one flamboyant homosexual. Not bad.
Our Race War Safari basically turned into a pleasant weekend trip that both Sven and I needed to just relax and catch up.