I think to a certain extent, every family is dysfunctional.
I guess this stems from the fact that the only mode of comparison we have is to look at our friend's families. Be it the quirky brother, the stoic father, the boyzone-crazed teenaged sister...every family has its fair share of interesting characters.
I used to think my family was normal until everyone told me that my mother was different. She's just mad. Her sitting in on our kids birthday parties, wearing party hats, being the flamboyant crazed dirty joke teller..the list runs long. She has bailed my friends out when they tried to enter zouk with fake IDs and got caught (I will not name names), and she thought it was hilarious, usually reassuring them by saying "Aiyah...Josie did this before. Don't worry!" (Thanks mom). I went clubbing with her when I was 18, gay bars, you name it. So I really think the reason as to why I am a freak is due to the very radically militant upbringing received.
Today made clear the fact that I had certain prefrences that deemed me freaky dicky.
Followed my brother to this foot reflexology place as he wanted to get a foot rub. Whilst waiting for him I decided to have a back massage.
The conversation (in mandrin) that followed went something like this:
Wise China Uncle: Wah! You have 4 bruises on your arm. Some big some small.
Josie: Erm..
Wise China Uncle: Come I rub for you, it will hurt but will definately heal within the next 2 days.
Josie: Yah, I know... My boyfriend bit me. I like
Wise China Uncle: Wah! You Freaks ah! (Wah! hao Bian Tai ah!)
Needless to say, he keep very quiet the remainder of the session.
I guess this stems from the fact that the only mode of comparison we have is to look at our friend's families. Be it the quirky brother, the stoic father, the boyzone-crazed teenaged sister...every family has its fair share of interesting characters.
I used to think my family was normal until everyone told me that my mother was different. She's just mad. Her sitting in on our kids birthday parties, wearing party hats, being the flamboyant crazed dirty joke teller..the list runs long. She has bailed my friends out when they tried to enter zouk with fake IDs and got caught (I will not name names), and she thought it was hilarious, usually reassuring them by saying "Aiyah...Josie did this before. Don't worry!" (Thanks mom). I went clubbing with her when I was 18, gay bars, you name it. So I really think the reason as to why I am a freak is due to the very radically militant upbringing received.
Today made clear the fact that I had certain prefrences that deemed me freaky dicky.
Followed my brother to this foot reflexology place as he wanted to get a foot rub. Whilst waiting for him I decided to have a back massage.
The conversation (in mandrin) that followed went something like this:
Wise China Uncle: Wah! You have 4 bruises on your arm. Some big some small.
Josie: Erm..
Wise China Uncle: Come I rub for you, it will hurt but will definately heal within the next 2 days.
Josie: Yah, I know... My boyfriend bit me. I like
Wise China Uncle: Wah! You Freaks ah! (Wah! hao Bian Tai ah!)
Needless to say, he keep very quiet the remainder of the session.