Pride and prejudice, after all

Having lived in London for over three months, I finally had had the feeling of maybe being an unwanted guest. This is not about a specific case. Actually, if I were asked to provide any example to make this statement clearer, I would not be able to do it.

I do not know what exactly makes me feel this. Maybe I am getting too paranoid, but every time I go out, I have the strong feeling of being a foreigner. Of course I am, but people shouldn't know it at their first glance. And of course every time I open my mouth to speak, it is evident I am not from this country; and as I haven't got a French accent...Well, they just don't feel comfortable with my Spanish accent, that's all I can say.

I am starting thinking that my Spanish accent is getting even stronger with the passing of time. I have a kind of nostalgic accent: an accent that misses its country and tries to reinforce its identity by putting itself forward. Will I ever sound like a British person? Do I really want to bother myselft by trying to achieve that aim? What do people think when I am trying to express myself?

Although I have met really nice people, there are some who just expect I should know everything about them. I am in favour of getting used to the culture of the country you are living in, but there are plenty of things to learn. I just need time. Therefore, if I do not know on my first day at uni that I have to put my ID card under a bar code reader to complete my registration process, or that potatoes are usually outside at an offlicense shop, or that tips must be over a pound or two to be something acceptable... Do not look at me as if I were the most despicable human being on Earth, because I might seem stupid here, but I deserve a little bit of patience. 

I don't really know where this proud-of-not-being-you attitude comes from. We, the invaders may also be intelligent human beings, no matter how hard it is for you to believe it. That is all I have to say.