When You're 35 Will You Be Asking For Permission?
I have been home since May 4th and all I have really done is work, read, eat, and sleep. I have not seen nor hung out with a friend for over a month now. I'm kind of okay with it because I don't hang out with people a lot anyways, but I miss the social interaction I'm used to having in college. I lived with friends in college, so I got to see them everyday. But now that I'm at home, I don't get to see anyone. It's a little lonely. And I really want to become a little more social so that I don't go through life acting like a hermit because at this rate I could probably live in a shack in the middle of the woods of nowhere and be okay by myself. This IS coming from the girl who claimed she would be a crazy cat lady and be okay with it.
Anyways today an old high school friend asked if I wanted to hang out, and I was ecstatic to finally be able to see someone familiar besides my family. I have been craving to just have some social interaction with people I knew that were my age. We didn't know what we wanted to do quite yet but I had him call me after I asked my mum for permission. Because as a good Chinese daughter you ask for permission to hang out with people..or anything in general. Even if you are 21, a legal adult of three years in the US. (Heck, if you're 35 and still living at home you would still need to ask permission...I hope I'm not going to turn out like that though.) Well, my mother said no. Surprise, surprise. I don't know why I thought I had a chance. Perhaps I thought that even though I was going to hang out with a guy, it was going to be a gay guy and that would be okay. But no. My mother asked why I would want to hang out with "that sort" of people. What, gay people?
My mother is weird like that. Using this experience as an example, I can be friends with homosexual people but heaven forbid I hang out with them. And just to take it one step further, I can hang out with Caucasians, but I'm forbidden from dating them. (Like that's stopping me though...) Sometimes I feel like the only way to make my mother happy is if I surround myself with only Asian people. Of course even then she would find something else to criticize about. Like my butt.
So my shot at improving my social skills have been shot down for the next 2 months seeing as I won't be seeing friendlies until August. Funny, since my mother is always talking about how I can speak for crap (aka I couldn't sweet talk my way out of a paper bag...or something like that). Well, I better go find that nice shack.
Anyways today an old high school friend asked if I wanted to hang out, and I was ecstatic to finally be able to see someone familiar besides my family. I have been craving to just have some social interaction with people I knew that were my age. We didn't know what we wanted to do quite yet but I had him call me after I asked my mum for permission. Because as a good Chinese daughter you ask for permission to hang out with people..or anything in general. Even if you are 21, a legal adult of three years in the US. (Heck, if you're 35 and still living at home you would still need to ask permission...I hope I'm not going to turn out like that though.) Well, my mother said no. Surprise, surprise. I don't know why I thought I had a chance. Perhaps I thought that even though I was going to hang out with a guy, it was going to be a gay guy and that would be okay. But no. My mother asked why I would want to hang out with "that sort" of people. What, gay people?
My mother is weird like that. Using this experience as an example, I can be friends with homosexual people but heaven forbid I hang out with them. And just to take it one step further, I can hang out with Caucasians, but I'm forbidden from dating them. (Like that's stopping me though...) Sometimes I feel like the only way to make my mother happy is if I surround myself with only Asian people. Of course even then she would find something else to criticize about. Like my butt.
So my shot at improving my social skills have been shot down for the next 2 months seeing as I won't be seeing friendlies until August. Funny, since my mother is always talking about how I can speak for crap (aka I couldn't sweet talk my way out of a paper bag...or something like that). Well, I better go find that nice shack.