Umm yeah...
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
The awkward facing seats on the buses make interesting people watching sometimes.
There was a young white couple (obviously not well off [please note that I'm not discriminating people that aren't swimming in wealth. I'm simply stereotyping to paint a picture in your head]) sitting across from me. Like usual, I had my iPod on. They are very open with their affection towards each other and lead a very different lifestyle than I do.
The female started making typical asian faces (^-^Y) and then, realizing that I was asian (and non responsive to their conversation), she continues to make fun of the typical asian gestures. She then continues with other asian stereotypes such as making fun of asian males with small penises, and so forth. I suppose her goal was to annoy me. Instead, I felt guilty.
I know it's an odd feeling considering the situation, but I felt guilty because I started judging her. I felt bad for her because of her financial situation (judged by her clothing). I felt bad for her being in the social setting (she was talking about beating people up and being spat on, etc). And then I felt good about myself because I know that I will eventually have a financially stable, happy, and safe life.
Yeah, I'm not perfect either.
Oh well.
There was a young white couple (obviously not well off [please note that I'm not discriminating people that aren't swimming in wealth. I'm simply stereotyping to paint a picture in your head]) sitting across from me. Like usual, I had my iPod on. They are very open with their affection towards each other and lead a very different lifestyle than I do.
The female started making typical asian faces (^-^Y) and then, realizing that I was asian (and non responsive to their conversation), she continues to make fun of the typical asian gestures. She then continues with other asian stereotypes such as making fun of asian males with small penises, and so forth. I suppose her goal was to annoy me. Instead, I felt guilty.
I know it's an odd feeling considering the situation, but I felt guilty because I started judging her. I felt bad for her because of her financial situation (judged by her clothing). I felt bad for her being in the social setting (she was talking about beating people up and being spat on, etc). And then I felt good about myself because I know that I will eventually have a financially stable, happy, and safe life.
Yeah, I'm not perfect either.
Oh well.
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