Tea
My family, relatives, and I had dinner at a Cantonese restaurant on the evening of Christmas Eve. As I sat there, bored and discontented (as usual, per se), I was drawn to the attention to horrible table habits. Then I turned to my right: superiority persona, arrogant, and gaudy; above all things that could possibly irritate me.
I sit there, ranting to myself with the past of the cousins and hardships that seem to tie a ribbon around his gaudy figure, bursting novas of frustration that just cannot overwhelm my barrier of collectivism, but try their hardest to.
?Want tea??
?Yeah, sure. Yes please.?
I tapped the table three times with my fingers. *
What I have found, as I was growing up, was the fact that everything fell together like perfect-fit puzzle pieces, regardless of how coarse or damaged the phases seemed to be – there were far too many crooked edges and unattractive pieces of the puzzle, but they all have seemed to fit together in a pure shape; the sad part about this is the fact that we have all gotten used to it. It?s nothing quite unusual – we always have the troublemaker, the provoker, the innocent bystander, and the nosy neighbour. It seems so common, but we don?t even do anything about it.
This is what made me think a little bit harder, and I have found a social theory – everything results in balance. If trouble brews on one end, then a marvellous event will happen in the end, sometimes even causing dents into the brewed trouble, and therefore perfect puzzle pieces. How does the other pieces fall together too? Simple – each event is chained onto another: a good event causes gossip; gossip turns into provoke; the provoke turns into a tattletale battle; then a family gathering brings it all together, causing new gossip. It seems as though the families actually like this cycle, despite how dramatic and detrimental the well being of the family will result in; as long as the balance is kept constant, everyone is content. But wait; didn?t I just finish saying how detrimental the well being of the family can result in?
Perhaps humans are naturally sadistic – we favour watching those that suffer, and those that whine and cry, while asphyxiating in drama. Perhaps we are heartless to refuse the challenge to step over people of the same blood, name and ancestry.
Perhaps I?m far too young, or far too old to be listening to adults.
* In old Chinese customs, you are required to tap the table three times as a symbol of gratitude and respect when someone pours tea for you, especially if you are younger than the person that pours the tea for you.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.