"Tonight I forget I am Asian."
That's a line out of the book, Catfish and Mandala, by Andrew X. Pham. It's a great story, about his journey from California to Vietnam - on his bike - everyone should check it out.
Anyway, that line really stuck with me, and I've been thinking about it a lot. Unsure if it's a "good" thing or "bad" thing or maybe, neither... this idea that we can forget our ethnicity.
On one hand, it's an intricate part of who we are - being Asian/Asian American speaks volumes about our culture, about the people who came before us, the sacrifices they made. Why should we forget it? Why should it be a good thing to forget it, even if it's just for a moment?
On the other, it's so intricate, it shouldn't ever actively be on your mind. Just how you forget, "Oh, I'm a man/woman." It's like breathing - it just happens, it just is. There should be no conscious thought about it.
I think living in the western world forces you to confront the fact you're different on an everyday basis - we measure ourselves not necessarily by what we are, but what we are not. Which, again, I'm not sure if negative, positive, or neither.
This post is convoluted, but I explained it the best I could. Maybe other people's two cents could clarify the issue?
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