This is me:
I love having people over. I love chattering about nothing, cooking, hearing about your life, philosophize about our beliefs, think about why people are they way they are, and more.
But there is a time limit. There are very few people that I want to stay forever and ever. For everyone else, I don’t want to be rude, but I want you to leave.
This is him:
He loves having people over. There is no time limit. Absolutely because time need not exist.
Everyone, please, please stay forever. There’s video games to talk about, there’s a story to tell, there’s movie trailer that you must see, what about my bunny, how are your parents and you are…so interesting.
I am not sure what to think about this.
My roommate that is.
PEE IN THE SHOWER?
This may be the last time that I say my age! Maybe just once more.
This year was a quandary for what I wanted to do for my birthday. In the last year, I have realized what a mess I become when I try to entertain. I love cooking for people, but the fact that I spent more time cooking than actually talking with people…was less appealing to me. And I was over the idea of doing something that everybody loved but I didn’t.
And so I thought about what elaborate scheme that I could come up with.
But how about…ice cream…hopping. Or better yet, as Chris coined it…Sundae-hopping on Sundays!
What I thought was fascinating of the group that attended:
You can find my group of friends in a crowd pretty easily—they’re the ones checking in on foursquare and tweeting
Number of males > number of females
Most people do not know each other
Not the same people from the previous year
Maker Faire, others’ birthdays, Rapture, graduation will always eclipse my birthday—for some people
And some that my friends tweeted:
Even though there is a jealous wave that comes over me when someone younger has achieved as much as or more than me.
Although I find that I relate to them better than someone older.
Regardless if they are 5 years junior…or even 10 years….
I (almost) never say “that kid”. Young un. The young whippersnapper. I don’t say that I am old—beyond comments like “oh that’s what I would do when I was younger…as in 3 years ago…” or “I am too old for this”.
I try not to even though there are young twentysomethings doing what I do…as I start the ascent into my thirties.
I am not insecure about my age. I am only insecure about what I haven’t been able to do.
From a trip like this for Peru:
Insect bites will not go away
You will look at stairs in the subway with no angst
You can actually read signs in Spanish
Beds are such a pleasure rather than a given
Same with toilets, Western that is
Hiking locally has some appeal
Until you realize that you really would rather not hike
And that you will be asked for your advice multiple times for the next several decades
I am not quite sure why, but this is one of the best photos from Peru.
This was at the top of the Dead Woman’s Pass.
I think that it’s because it reminds me of the Hangover.
She went to the United States for the first time. To find her father.
Like mother like daughter. Very much like me, we don’t think that deeply about consequences of our actions. And we are often very surprised when reactions do not match expectations.
After finishing nursing school, she had planned a trip to the Bay Area with a friend to visit a classmate. At the last minute, the friend bailed. Yet with the same headstrong characteristic that she passed onto my sister and me…she continued with the trip. Fiercely independent, she traveled around the Bay Area (and met my dad who was her classmate’s older brother).
To this day, I don’t know whether it was planned early on or impulsively planned once in the Bay Area, she decided that she wanted to meet her father who she hadn’t seen for decades. Having doused some older letters with vinegar, she found her father’s address in Queens and flew to New York City. Once there, she waited at the address and finally met him.
Impulsively, she said dramatically, “I found you!”
After that, she realized that she didn’t have a plan for what would happen next. Just like most Chinese families, he invited her out to dinner…and other usual customs.
I don’t have a similar family situation now (both of my parents live in idyllic suburbs in the same house that I lived in since I was 7)—but I think that I would have done the same thing.
Had my hands darker than it had ever been
Been always consistently exhausted before midnight
Dread going down stairs without a handrail
Look upon quiet nights with jealousy and desire
Appreciate businesses having change even for large denominations
Thankful for clean Western-style toilets
Been happy for bike lanes
Thought unmarked streets were a bad idea
Drinking tap water is ok and sane
It is surreal. Somehow what I remember does not match what I see or hear.
The English seems so blunt, forward. The trees—they are larger and grander. My apartment somehow feels smaller than I recall.
But then it’s all the same again as I tumble into sleep back in my own bed.