(August 2, 2012)
I thought my life in China would be different. Not better....just....I don't know.
read a lot, I wander the Internet, I go to work, I eat food......OH
WAIT! I guess that is different. I don't really eat the same food.
OH WAIT! I can't understand anybody. Now, that isn't totally
different. There are a lot of people in America that I don't understand.
Some people just don't make sense, you know? But, here, I don't
understand what anyone is saying. At. All.
That gets.....frustrating. Disheartening? Something.
other day, I was walking to the store to buy some foodage. I'm walking
home with two heavy bags and basically watching my feet the whole
way....because I don't want to step on poop. Here, in good ol' China,
you run the risk of stepping on dog, cat, or child poop. In the street.
So, it is important to watch where you are going.
I'm walking around the corner and a man comes rushing out of a store and
gets in my face to yell at me and shoo me away. His face was in my
face, his hands were in my face, and his yelling was in my face. I
stopped and said, "what did I do?" Well, this just made him yell
more....so I started walking a bit quicker around him. I mean, I must
have done something horrible....right? Like, walk on the sidewalk? Carry
groceries? Wear a hat on a rainy day?
Ugh. I'm clearly a horrible person.