| | I'm sitting here at LAX airport awaiting my flight back to NY. I still have an hour before I board. Decided to come right after checking out of the hotel. It's been a such long week. I haven't slept much in the past 3 nights. I would be amiss to claim work caused my sleep deprivation. Only one night I worked until 3am. The other days I pulled roughly 12 hours. I got off early Friday(6:30pm) and I got all of Saturday off.
I befriended an employee at the hotel I was staying at. She serves drinks at the elite status concierge lounge. Very affable girl, even beyond the typical domain of people whose wages depend on their ability to cater to you. She took me out and showed me around the LA region 3 nights in a row. We hit up at least 2 venues a night and I did not retire to my room until after 5am each night. I'm currently at the point of exhaustion where my mind second guesses every action I attempt to will to my limbs.
I am afraid to doze off and consequently miss my flight. I almost did that once in Italy. I was at the gate a good hour before they started boarding and by the time I woke up I was the last person to get on the plane. Harrowing experience indeed, compounded by the fact it's an international flight.
I've been having numerous revelations of self. It makes me excited and happy -- two bland adjectives, but that is exactly how I feel.(I'm not quite at elation, as that emotion is reserved for winning the mega millions lottery.) I strongly believe it is important for every person to seek out their own niche in life, their own identity. And a lot if times it requires you to trump conventional wisdom. I don't see how this could be done unless you decide to go outside the box -- your comfort zone.
This not a new concept and I am certain you've been told that before, but no matter what advice people will dispense and force upon you, you still have to figure life out for yourself. I've been doing a lot of that.
One revelation I am having is that the human spirit sees no color and in discovering this, I admit to being close minded to befriending non-Asians. I feel no guilt in displacing some of the blame for this flaw in my character to the environment I was brought up in. I grew up around a lot of Asian people. I attended Chinese school, my church community is Chinese ergo, most of my friends are Chinese.
Recently I've been befriending and going out a bit with non-Asians and I am fascinated. What sounds so trivial was a bit shocking to me -- we enjoy the same things! I was always afraid that my brand of humor would not translate to non-Asian people, but I'm happy to report perverted sex jokes and quipping about feces works with any race!
I've really hit it off with a few coworkers and this past weekend with the friendly girl from my hotel has really opened my eyes. There's this je ne sais quoi quality that causes two people to gravitate towards each other and just flat out get along. It's best defined as chemistry and I now realize that race does not play a huge role into it. Yes, I do know that certain cultures and religions make it very difficult to be diplomatic to everyone else, but one of the perks of living in the US is the diversity and education of the people you interact with daily.(I'm speaking directly to the people who might be reading this and not middle America)
I will save my other revelations for another entry, but for now go befriend someone outside of your race =) |
| | Posted 3/2/2008 6:14 PM - 215 Views - 10 eProps - 5 comments
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