So apparently I've been watching way too much Sex and the City recently because I've begun to internally dialogue my life and thoughts about my life in the same manner as Carrie Bradshaw.
A new year, a time for new beginnings, or so it seems. Are things ever new and fresh or are we stuck in a perpetual recycling of the same old same old.
I think I'm ready to get out of Stillwater and move away from my parents so I can grow up a little. We had another "You can't marry a black or arab" conversation this holiday season. My Dad tried to make me promise I wouldn't marry a black man. Um dad, I'm not saying that I am, but I'm not promising that, it's stupid and juvinile.
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My mom asked me the other day if I wished that I was born Asian. I almost fell out of my chair. Really mom? Just because I collect chopsticks, like clean lines, and my best friend is Asian doesn't mean that. Appreciation and respect is one thing, coveting is quite another.
2 comments:
It would make understanding your mom easier for me.
It's great to be Asian, but don't get me wrong there are so many drawbacks to being Asian American. You're like this weird inbetween where sometimes you are too asian to fit in with your non asian friends and then you're to americanized when you're with your asian friends...it's so difficult to find a good medium without renouncing one part of your self. As for the fb thing...yeah, I'm confused too. Sad panda.
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