Why am I still here?

The ups and downs of an ex-pat white monkey clearly hit the downside this past week or so. People raised their voices at me unexpectedly when I was actually trying to do the right thing. People came up to me at a local restaurant and said f%$ y$# while I was trying to mind my own business and eat. I no longer frequent that restaurant, or any outdoor-style restaurant where the white monkey seems to be a target for ridicule from morons looking to impress their "girlfriends" or just plain morons in general. I parked my motorbike at a store and a girl and guy on a bike drove up, bumped my leg as I was locking up my helmet (I've had a few stolen already), and the guy yells in adequate English: "Why don't you move?" By the way, the parking lot was virtually empty at the time. I was eating dinner in my living room the other day and watching TV, then looked out my front door and saw five people watching me eat and watch TV. I guess the white monkey is great entertainment. My neighbors, who really are nice people, came over to my motorbike when I got home from the grocery store and started looking through my groceries. They're probably doing their doctorate thesis on shopping habits of the white monkey. I think I'm forgetting most of the uncomfortable stuff that's happened to me in Bien Hoa, but I think you get the idea. I've been hassled in other countries a little, with the emphasis on "ä little". We all have slumps.
As I've said before, the white monkey is pretty much a gentle creature. I responded rather meekly -- usually with silence -- to these affronts. I don't want a scene in a foreign country where I would be at fault no matter who's at fault. I did walk toward the guy on the motorbike who yelled at me (the girl was driving and laying on the horn apparently trying to get me to "move"). But I thought better of it, shrugged, cursed a little and left without incident or what I went there for in the first place. People do ask me "What's you name?" and "How are you?" and "Am I pretty?" quite a bit, so it's not all hostile.
  When I contact people in the USA and tell my tales of woe, they tell me to leave. That's certainly an option. If it weren't for the students, I would certainly consider that option real, real hard. But the students, especially the younger ones, are the reasons the white monkey endures the brutal heat and abuse outside the classroom. The students now understand key phrases like "please," "thank you," "ladies first," "clean up your work area," and "share," and I've noticed their English and pronunciation have improved significantly along with manners, understanding and behavior. If butt clowns want to be butt clowns, I can't really change that, but I can make a little difference in the classroom. I guess that's why I'm still here.