For the past couple of days, I've been dipping into quite the low. Pretty scary actually. I've been very critical of friends and worse yet, not to their faces. Behind their backs! Do I feel like I'm better than them? Better than this small lil city?
Ah, it is me. I know it. Then again it says something about the people I choose to be friends with these days. In Van my friends are mostly people who are better dressed, more the going-out type. Is it the city or is it my choice of friends that has changed?
Two nights ago, over dinner my brother made a comment. Albeit in jest but can't help thinking that there might be some truth in it. He said something about me being ashamed of my own culture.
Okay here's the story.
One weekend he came over to Van and we went out for lunch with a bunch of Malaysian friends. On inthe middle of West Broadway there's this nifty lil Malaysian restaurant. Err...to my horror, him and 2 of the guys decided to eat with their hands. And yes, this is very common in Malaysia and I love eating with my hands but at a restaurant? It was weird.
So then that warranted the teasing until this day. He said, "you of all people..." Have I been trying too hard to be Canadianized?
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