This is something I struggle with. What to do in some types of situations. This is one of them. However they acted the same way I did, so, I am assuming that my response was appropriate.
The situation is as follows.
I walked into Starbucks and ordered my Venti Mocha Frap and Chocolate Muffin. I then walk down stairs to find an outlet. I strutted my stuff down the stairs to drive the girls wild because I saw a few girls at the bottom. After acting extremely dapper, I noticed that there were 3 Americas sitting near where I planned on setting up shop. Now, this is fine. No big deal. However what becomes awkward is that probably in the entire city there is, and I am just guessing, maybe less than 100 Americans. In China the percentage of Americans is super small. Out of 1.4billion people probably less than 300,000 are Americans. I can’t check this because there are really no hard numbers on this. So just a guess.
My questions is this. Should I of said, hello, what’s up, what’s clackalackin or just do nothing like in America. I picked the latter as did they. They talked about baseball and some other non interesting junk. They were probably all pissed because there were in a place where no one understood them and what they were talking about and then this handsome white stallion shows up (me) and now they have to censor their conversation because I speak English. Either way they bailed shortly after. Which was good because there were obstructing my view of all the beautiful girls that were no were to be found.
Oh well all well that ends well my Grandma would say.
So I promised myself that I would try to write something here everyday. It takes a lot. I’m busy. But then again how busy can one person be. I suppose that I’m not that busy. I work, study, and then try to fill the gaps in between with fun stuff. Hasn’t been happening lately though.
I got to thinking the other day about when I was in English class. Yeah, I didn’t like it. I had to quick make up a bunch of stuff just to pass. But now, I kinda enjoy writing. I suppose that if my English teachers could read this now, most of them would be laughing. In fact their probably surprised that I can eve read and write. But nonetheless I’m typing away on this thing called the internet.
I was also thinking today about the wondrous thing we call language. When you are in America, depending where you are, you don’t really have a concept about what language really is, the importance of it, nor do you really need to think about those things. I grew up in a town that was 99.9 percent white and spoke English. Others may have grown up in a town that contained more than one foreign language speaking group of people. I had a revelation about what language really is. Well a revelation for me, for the world it’s probably old hat. But I got to thinking that noises don’t mean anything, but the meaning we assign these noises is what we call language. To see a different language everyday makes you open your eyes. Everyday I deal with three languages. Although I have chosen to learn one of them, it’s interesting to see something that means the same thing expressed with three different sounds.
That’s about all I have currently completed thinking about, at least until I get around to thinking about it some more. I did have another thought. This one about my childhood. I grew up doing everything airplane. I loved airplanes. I wanted to marry one. Well no actually not marry, but to fly yes. So naturally I had the dime store plane, paper planes, and those big foam planes from Walmart. I got to thinking the other day that if I could get my hands on one of those foam bad boys, I would chuck it off my building. A meager 20 stories. But, I bet that sucker would bullet to somewhere. Get a good thermal and just never touch the ground again. I watched a plastic bag the other day fly for ten minutes. I bet a purposely built flying machine would beat feet in the air.. As far as littering goes, have you ever been to China? Another piece of foam is the least of their worries. From now on I’m on a hunt for a foamy airplane. If luck has it one with flames.
