Short Pause

So over this short period of time, I've began accumulating a number of readers and a number of posts.

And before I go any further and begin writing about a new and very vital chapter in my life, I'd like to make known a few recurring thoughts I've had since I began reflecting and blogging.

I don't consider myself someone who "knows it all" or has "done it all". Honestly, I truly believe that what I know is nothing. What I don't know is infinite. Quoted from an astronomer. The thing I find sick about society is the way people identify each other among other things. We identify each other by race, orientation, gender, class, appearance, etc. Not that I'm saying I don't immediately make generalizations when I met people. I do. As a matter of fact, you'll find me blatantly joking racistly almost all the time. Acceptable only when acceptable. (Like don't tell black jokes to a black guy, right?) But I give myself credit for giving everyone a chance to prove me wrong. If I don't enjoy it, I figured the other person doesn't either.

After taking an online personality assessment, the results showed that I was a perfect 50% neurotic (~6 months ago), a generally normal person with only slight risk of having histrionic disorder. And so I'll probably contradict myself with I'm about to say a million times over, but here goes my ego.

So when I identify myself, I'd like to not identify myself as a young, Chinese girl who grew up in the U.S.A. Look at my profile; there's nothing about race or 'culture' mentioned. Because (in my opinion) in this globalizing world, it means nothing. I'm an individual. I was born with things I can and cannot change. And you know what? I don't give a rat's ass about what I have no control over.

It's hard for all of us to control what we have been conditioned to think. But may we all try our best to break the stereotypes we were taught, whether it be age, ethnicity, class or anything else.

My stories have an emphasizes on age, you might have noticed. And age, I will emphasize again with yet another anecdote.

I give the 7 year old credit. During a solitary day, I take a walk in the park and enjoy a breeze on the swing. Once, a 7 year old, very out-going young girl approaches me. As we all do, I zone out half the time I'm listening to her ramble. But I would try to give this girl my utmost attention because the belief is that all intelligent human beings have the ability to observe and process. And regardless of the stage in life, the environment, etc., every has this sofisticated... mechanism. The only difference, however, is the fact this girl has not yet learned to express in words what she observes.