“China—I visited over 10 cities there, and everything seems polluted, rude pushy people, very oily food…public urination, spitting, and defecation, dirty and disgusting public restrooms….”
Not too many Asians can claim to have set up shops across every niche of small town USA, but the odds of you finding a Fujianese running a Chinese restaurant anywhere in the world is pretty good.
I grew up feeling like my parents were not emotionally there, nor did they love me. But they did, but I just could not understand the ways they showed it.
Job gone, there was nothing left to define who I was except that which came purely from my heart.
“I am happy being alone. I feel free.”
I wasn’t a fish out of water – I was a fish in the frying pan! I quickly found out that the only way to survive in China is to go with the flow.
Take a closer look at some of the products around your home and it won’t be long before you see a “Made in China” label.
Over the course of my stay in China, I got the chance to meet all types of people. Some were wealthy while others faced poverty. Many were in their 20’s and were attending university or already had a job. I later found out that most were not actually locals to the large cities that they now call home.
If we give a friend a watch or any device that has time on it, we are insinuating an early death for them. It’s only a matter of time before they are no longer with us; thus, it is deeply frowned upon to buy timepieces as gifts.