I was going to go into uni for work today, only to find my office covered with holes because the constructions are still going on. So I decided to come back home to work.
BAD mistake.
I just finished lunch, and listened to dad going on and on about how Chinese soup can cure everything, how cheese make people hunch, how the rest of the world is slowly finding out the secret of Chinese medicine. Oh and that antibotic won't help anything, and the theory that my brother is ruined by antibotic. (what?)
It's not so much the whole "us Chinese know all" thing that annoys me, more of the stubborness to reject anything else that gets me. If there's one sort of people I can't stand it's people with a narrow mind, and even so sometimes I still have very interesting conversation with them because of the way they present their case and the ability of sitting down and listen to a logical rebuttal and carry on the conversation in a civilised manner. (Okay, so THAT doesn't happen too often) But the whole "Them white people don't know anything." or "Them white people aren't as cunning as us Chinese"... I mean, come on! If you think they're such low life don't send me to be educated by them then. And the thing is it's not like the arrogance is justified. It's not like he even know their culture or anything (well, he thinks he does).
*sigh*, of course being a Chinese it's like the single biggest sin to go against one's parents. So there I was, nodding, adding the occasional "uh-huh". I give up. I tried to talk some sense into him but it's a fruitless presuit. Really. He can think whatever he likes to think. So long as he would stop trying to get me to think like him I'll be fine.
I'm trapping myself in my study to work then.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
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