You know what's a funny thought?
Back in kindergarten, back in 1988/89, back when I was five years old. I was in a kindergarten class as one of two-point-five Chinese kids. I was different.
Skip ahead to university. I'm definitely no longer the only Chinese kid, and in fact to not be Chinese would be the minority, practically. But that didn't matter anymore; most of my friends who also went to UBC as I did were in sciences, whereas I was studying liberal arts. I was different.
Skip ahead to today, which kinda overlaps with my university years. Through no intentional whatevers, it turns out most of the local people with similar interests as I do are Chinese or Taiwanese. Lots of them speak Mandarin or speak Cantonese far better than I do. They listen to Cantonese and Taiwanese pop. At work I have the luxury of being at a store where at least a third of the customers will begin their questions with "do you speak Chinese?" Sometimes I can answer that question.
I'm still different.
This is possibly a situation I never expected to one day come up with. Grew up different for being one of the few Chinese kids around. Once I became an adult, I was now different for not being as Chinese as the people around me.
Seriously. This is messed up. And, apparently this is on my mind a lot more than I thought before. It's like, a weird, mild little inside-out discrimination that they never prepare you for. It's like being someone with mixed ethnicity without actually having mixed ethnicity.
Funny how that works out, eh?
Also, Chinese people are dicks. Just gonna put it out there.
