Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

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Heh… some of these entries are rotting and need to be thrown out. The last one begins to ripen already.

From time to time I am startled to look at someone I know very well, to measure their mannerisms and find with a kind of shock that they are really very… American, for lack of a better word. No intended disparagment here, just a nagging sense that I am not. I suppose it’s the multicultural family thing. My father is definitely not a hot-dog-and-bleachers man, and my mother is, though she’d protest the accusation, really more a European than an American in most deep ways.

Really, I don’t get these Americans. More specifically, I have a lot of trouble partying with them. When I decide to party, it generally means I’d like to relax, enjoy some nice, challenging conversation, maybe a drink and a nice view, and at some point laugh along with everyone else in the room at something or other. When Americans decide to party, it invariably seems that something — either the food they ate for dinner, the clothes they put on just before they went out, or an arsenal of medium-range weapons — must go flying everywhere. This is the American idea of fun, and without it they seem unable to feel themselves to be adequately social beings.

I think it’s just beyond the radio range of my enculturation to suss this out. I think UK’ers party in much the same way, only my impression is that they’re less big on the bombs when it comes time to tie one on. I suppose this makes me like them better, but only a little. The French, on the other hand, are too sensual, the Germans a bit too heavy on the clothes-chucking as well. Who do I identify with, party-wise?

Strange as it feels to say it (though I don’t know why it should be), I think I party like a Chinese. Dear god, there’s a thought. “Party like a Chinese?!”

What the hell can that even mean? It makes my head swim.


mystic says:

you might all hate me for the pain i have caused sonic…but you only know half the story.

leapdragon says:

On the other hand I am not partying at all right now, so I probably shouldn’t talk too big and mean…

I know the people you talk about. I don’t have fun with them; I don’t know why I ever spend time with them and when I do, it just makes people dislike me more than they already do to see how I dislike them.

Really, I would so very love to find a party circuit like the ones everyone had at 14: listen to classic rock, drink stolen beer, talk about memories (think how much better this conversation would be at 30), and chill (as opposed to: riot, fuck, fight, drive, swim, game, dance, blah, blah, I don’t have the energy for such shit).

These days I can feel myself getting older and I’ve noticed a few grey hairs and honestly I’m happy about it, I can’t wait.

Aqueous says:

American partying. Tell me about it–I go to an expensive college with a party reputation. What’s worse is that the kids here actually have the money to *really* party and the arrogance to *know* how much they don’t give a fuck that they are ass holes.

Ugh. Tell me about it.