Ruminations on Cultural Differences

I’ve been meeting so many people so far from all over the world and here are the nationalities I’ve liked and gotten along with so far:
New Zealanders
Australians
Irish (obviously)
Austrians
Scottish
Welsh

Here are the nationalities I don’t particularly like:
Germans

I don’t know what it is about them that I don’t like (at least the ones I’ve met for I don’t want to make sweeping generalizations in part because I am German and have family members from Germany and because I’m not the sweeping generalization type), but something about them rubs me the wrong way. Perhaps it’s that smug look in their eye that makes you feel you have to explain yourself to their satisfaction or that I’m-better-than-you-and-you-should-be-eradicated-from-the-face-of-the-earth tone in their voice or maybe it’s because they stick together and speak German solely for the purpose of excluding everyone else when they’re perfectly capable of joining the English conversation happening two feet away. They are almost as bad as the French.

Most of this conclusion arose from a brief conversation I had with a German staying at the same hostel I was. As I spoke to him, he just stared at me as if wondering if I were worthy of an answer, not even nodding or anything. So I continued to talk and mentioned to him that I had been to the bone-carving studio that morning and would recommend it. “It’s very close, right next to the museum,” I added. His retort: “I don’t want to see museums, I want to see a nation.” Point taken. My thought: “Why? So you can figure out best how to take over the place? In that case, a bit of history might actual be useful.”