| How Perspective Changes |
Nov. 3rd, 2006|11:50 am |
Talking to Asian people online. The Chinese mainly. I tend to complain about my traumatised childhood; I keep back when I'm online though. People don't need to know everything.
So it just came out one day.
"I live with my grandmother", says Yang and I just accidentally type "is it easy?"
He's like, "in what way" and I'm all confused at that point already.
"Well, in general", I try to get the topic through with but - soo iku ka?? is it that easy? no.
So I get to explain. Instead of saying it was a fucking trial with my granny, I say "well, my grandmother is a difficult person".
He's like "don't say that".
And horahora, how my attitude changes. "I know it was my fault mostly." For not being able to understand.
(somewhere deep inside I still believe that Latvian grannies differ from Chinese ones. HOPEFULLY.)
Perhaps the more I talk to the Chinese, the better I'll become at interpreting the mishaps of my existence. "my mother beat me up" becomes "due to my impertinence we had a sad evening".
It's a good direction for development though. |
|