Judgmental Eyes

26Sep09

I hear those judgmental thoughts spewing out your ears. I just hate being judged, as do many other people in this world. But why do these asian mothers do it anyways? My passion bucket is filled to the brim with hate.

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So only now did I figure out that I am having a “surprise dinner party” with my parents and their close friends (family friends). It’s a pleasant surprise, until I begin to guess who the guests are. I go through my mental list of caucasian family friends. My mom gave me a serious look and a “really?” so I guess no white people have been invited.

Then my mind wanders off and suddenly I get scared thinking, “oh no, what if my mom invited relatives? what if she invited the relatives whose company I don’t even enjoy?!” At least she didn’t. I was seriously relieved. You know that’s a really scary moment when you begin to think that your parents have set up some super-cool dinner party for you, but then it turns out to suck horribly because of the guest list.

But wait, I missed another group. The group I had blocked out of my mind was the group of asian mothers my mom had grown to love over the years. You know, over those years when I was in high school wondering what my future would be, my mom began talking to other asian mothers that have already experienced this (with children older than me) or were also experiencing the same situation at the same time. Anyways, all I get is a damned chuckle and a grin from my mother.

As a side note, the worst part about being home is that extra day one spends at home. There’s always the first day/night where it’s basically you get home and sleep without having to do or say much. Then there’s the actual first full day of the home-stay (usually a Saturday for me). This day is okay but it makes me realize that while I missed my home I also miss my apartment more because I could be having so much more fun instead of sitting on my ass blogging. Then there’s that dreaded second full day at home. Sometimes I try to get out of this by leaving at noon so then it’s only a morning-after from my Saturday (lol, drive of shame? — inside joke). I believe my parents started catching on to my antics and started asking me to go to their church more often than I wanted to. That’s for another post, it’s not that I don’t like church, I just don’t like their church.

Anyways, to relate this back to my story of judgmental asian mothers, I now am forced to spend the full weekend at home. I don’t even get to go back to my fun-filled life until after dinner.

Who am I kidding? It’s not that bad; asian parents love eating at 5pm.

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