December24
My parents usually drive their van down to Toronto to pick me up from my apartment and we would go have dinner at a restaurant. We are all very indecisive, as a result, we always end up in the same places. Recently, due to the development of my “problems” of not being able to eat meat, we scoped out a few vegetarian places to go to. Although that pretty much goes against every Chinese culinary rules, they still like the food there. Thank god.
The moment I step onto the vehicle, I would be swamped by a list of enquiries and comments. “How is school?” “How were the tests?” “You look thin” and of course “Where do you want to go eat?” and more recently “Do you want to drive?” and scarier “I read on your blog that [...], and on your facebook profile [...]”
I feel like sharing but to be honest, my life is bland. Sure I inject moments of excitements into my life. Most of the time however, it is really just comprised of me waking up, cooking, going to school, studying, coming back from school, sleeping.
I want them to feel my excitements but due to the deterioration of my Chinese speaking skills I often find myself looking for the words that just escaped from my vocabulary, or can’t express myself in ways I wanted to. This mutes me quite a bit, so I steer the conversation into things or events that we have common interests in, politics, cameras, books, etc. That does keep the conversation going, but I feel that they really want to know how I am, and I feel ashamed not being able to deliver that.
After we finish eating, we always have a formula to calculate how much tips to give, namely cost over 10 times one point five. Very geeky I know, but I guess that stays true to the engineering spirit?!
It’d be pretty late when we reach home. We’d all go about our own businesses, let it be watching TV, reading, checking out the new gadgets my dad bought, pretty much for the whole night.
The main part of this story begins the next day, and it has to do with my relatives mostly. The grandparents on my dad’s side lives with us, and my dad’s two sisters’ live not far from us either, all own some sort of suburban houses.
Copious amount of family, relative gathering and/or dining naturally follows, and at those functions many of the questions were directed at me. These questions can pretty much summed up in two categories. One, omg how did you manage to do so well in everything? and two, what’s wrong with you, why are you so crazy?
Allow me to explain this. How did I manage to do so well in everything? How did I get into engsci? How did I find a PEY job? How did I get free money from university? How did I manage to have time or the will to do extra-curricular activities? How did I have enough money to pay for the tuition, the rent, and everything else?
I don’t understand why these are so hard to achieve. Not to sound like an elitist or anything, but shape up, don’t pressume everything is difficult before you even attempt them. That’s a sure way to fail! How do you actually want me to answer these questions? Lay out every little thing I did in my life that somehow miraculously got me to where I am? or to simply say that everything is a natural progression (or outcome) of its predecessor? or to lay out everything that I failed at so you don’t feel so jealous or bad about yourself?
The truth is, I knew my starting position, I knew my end goals, a list of constraints and requirements, and some bonuses along the way. The rest was very much like a simple path. Yes these things are subject to modifications. I may not be exactly where I wanted to be 5 years ago, but I am more or less where I want to be now. Obviously I could have done better, I could have achieved more goals, nabbed some bonuses along the way, the point being, there is no magic, I am not a superman.
Now onto my craziness. None of my relatives understand me. It’s not their fault, it’s mine. I don’t feel like putting the effort into making them understand. This is a disconnect that I don’t mind. Again, not to sound like an elitist, but I am not a mainstream person. I rather spend $60 on a paring knife than a pair of Uggs. (that’s a bad comparison, I won’t wear them in public regardless, Uggs, ugly, see the similarity?) A lot of people are focused on making themselves look luxurious only to impress others. It makes them feel good when irrelevant people having good opinions of them. Many of them do not think spending on making their lives a bit easier is worth the money. Of course I buy expensive garments too, for the only reason that I like them. Otherwise, I wear value village or free t-shirts everywhere.
Samething happens when I spend a lot of money on my hobbies. For these I have been branded as frivolous, wasteful, not money conscious in general. It is partly justified if the brand-ers are saving-savvies, but they usually aren’t. They spend just as much or more, on things that are purely for show. That grinds my gears.
The above are my opinions, and I can list out all the counter-arguments. I am not trying to “convert” anyone in anyway, in fact, we need people like above to keep our frivolous society functioning, and keep my lifestyle like it is.