
is like bittermelon
i used to hate it so much and now i love it!
...
i guess i don't like bittermelon that much
maybe it's like responsibility?
no, not really
on a side note, a good friend and i had a chat the other day about making and keeping friends in college. i told him of my recent epiphany that college is bigger than high school so friendships actually require effort to maintain, and he compared our lives to fish.
"you see," he said, "we are all like fish. in an aquarium. we're all swimming around happily, and all the other fish are boxed up right next to us, then suddenly someone smashes the glass and tosses us all into the ocean! and without the aquarium we are all confused and lonely."
"unless we learn to navigate the waters," i said.
"yes," he said. "but because you are in the ocean, days and weeks can pass while you swim about until you suddenly realize, 'why, i haven't seen another fish in months!'
"or," he said, "you just make your own aquarium."
"what do you mean?" i said.
"oh, you know, some people..." he said. my mind jumped immediately to the gigantic aquarium known as the taiwanese american student association. i began to giggle.
"do you know how many people there are whose friends are solely the people they happened to meet from freshman year?" he asked. i burst out laughing.
"so you mean - " i said, " - so you mean there's this aquarium. and somebody smashes it (i mime a smash) and all the fish go flying everywhere. and the first school of fish this fish happens to flop into becomes his new aquarium. right?"
"yes, exactly!" he said.
i couldn't stop laughing. neither could he. something in the back of my mind told me that this actually wasn't all that funny, but i laughed so hard i choked on my starbucks and forgot, for a minute, the disturbing fact that the westgate barnes and noble is now closed. :(
edit: me telling my parents that b&n is closed--
adela: mom, dad, the westgate barnes and noble closed down!!
mom: we know, we saw your text already.
dad: ah-h, times are changing. i remember there used to be this wonderful bookstore that closed down when you were little, the one in which i met ray bradbury. a clean, well-lighted place.
adela: ooh, what was it called?
dad: a clean, well-lighted place.
adela: i know, i meant what -
mom: a clean, well-lighted place.
adela: ...
adela: OH
/end story of the day