Sunday, someone was describing me to the missionaries. They said, "The friendly girl with black hair, she was wearing a black dress. . ." Throughout my entire life it usually goes like this, "You know, the Asian girl." And the other replies, "Oh yeah, her name is Valerie."
I've kinda gotten lazy. Being Asian usually made me different and unique automatically, I really didn't have to try. In the Bay area, my Asianess doesn't make me stand out as much, so I've got to step it up a notch. I was thinking of dying my hair bright pink, or wearing rainbow tights with all of my outfits. Whatever. It's too much work. I think I'll just be me. Now, I kinda know how it feels to be a white person living in Utah. I look like everyone else. Sigh.
3 comments:
Just so you know, I have never described you as "that Asian girl". If I were to describe you, it would be something like this: "you know that girl who is enormously creative, always throws amazing parties, tries to always include everyone, and has more holiday decorations then anyone on the planet?" and they say,"oh yeah, that's Valerie."
Andy, you're freakin' cool! You too, Joe!
Gosh, I don't want to copy Andy but I'd describe you as that hilarious girl who makes me laugh at unexpected times, who constantly surprises me with all her different talents and creativity, who is super patient and a great cook and well, I don't want to go too "Joe and Andy" on you.
Love ya
Post a Comment