I think but if I haven't, let me tell you again: I am big, tall, and fat in the standard of Chinese matriarchs. Some people might say Audrey you are such a drama queen! You're not that big and fat just a little chubby!
Dude, you've never lived under the reign of Chinese matriarch. LOL. By standards, I am not that big, fat, and tall, really. I'm like 166cm and *beep*kg. If you see me, I am far from big, fat, and tall but, man, Chinese matriarch.
Compared to other Chinese girls (and my friends), they are like slim, slender, petite, dainty Shanghainese songstresses while I am Princess Fiona in her ogre form. They are like cute, pastel, quaint suburban houses with white picket fences while I am looming, tall, rusty Eiffel Tower. Yeap. Comparative sentence at its best.
A very late disclaimer: I know I said Chinese matriarch but, my mum and my auntie (mum's sister) are kinda chill. Usually grandmas and other aunties that are like this. Some of my friends said that their mums aren't chill. So, it really depends on the person/family? I am glad that my mum and my auntie (mum's sister) are more chill than other grandmas, mums, and aunties. EHEHEHE.
Since I am big, fat, and tall compared to other Chinese girls (and my friends), I need more moving space. I need more personal space than other dainty, petite girls around me and I am really needy when it comes to this personal space thing.
I just don't like it when strangers are standing too close to me.
Am I a bad person for not liking strangers standing too close to me? No, I am not. I mean if I were standing in a packed bus, I won't mind that much because it's a very understandable situation. I am talking about queuing. Queuing everywhere; restroom lines, boba tea line, supermarket line, cafeteria line, and everything else you need to line up for, really.
Back in Indonesia, I've never had this problem. People know to back the hell off when queuing for something. That's why I never complained before. I don't know if I am just being a bitch about something this small but hear me out. Chinese people like to press themselves against you in a line.
I don't know if this is a cultural thing and I shouldn't really complain because if I complain about this it makes me racist and being such an Euro-centric bitch but I need my personal space. It doesn't have to be people have to be at least ten meters away from me, no. As long as I can't feel them breathing at the back of my head or at the back of my ear, that'd be awesome.
The whole breathing at the back of my neck thing happened one too many times that I wished for. All of them were unpleasant, you know? I don't need strangers to breathe down against my neck or at the back of my ear, it is annoying and uncomfortable and awkward do you want me to punch you in the face?-kind of thing.
Let me reiterate: I don't like it when strangers are standing too close to me when there's room to back off.
Here are some of the examples about the whole queuing too close than it is acceptable by my standard:
- Cafetaria line: So, I was lining up on the cafeteria for food. D'uh. And at that time, the cafeteria was kind of empty because it was kind of early. The food stall I was lining up for didn't have much people. So I just lined up. When I got my food, I stepped back a bit, just a teeny tiny bit, from the cashier to pick up the tray of food. I accidentally stepped on someone's toes. That person glared at me. Well excuse you dude. There were no one behind that person and yet that person decided that the best spot to wait for his turn was 1cm behind me. Not my fault if I stepped on your toes.
- Cafetaria line: The cafeteria was kinda empty, there was no one behind that person and yet, that person thought that the best spot is literally pressed up against my backpack. I just got home from class so I had my backpack and I could feel that person's chest on my backpack. Back off, m8, there's no one behind you what the f.
- Bakery line: I told you that I am tall for Chinese people standards. I know 166cm is nothing but I am tall for Chinese people standards even for the guys. As my grandma once lovingly pointed out: kalo terlalu tinggi nanti ga dapat pacar, no grandma, I don't want a boyfriend I want a whole kingdom. Anyways. I was lining up at a bakery and the bakery was empty, there were like three people at that time in the bakery. So, I was ringing up the things I bought. When I was waiting for the cashier to ring everything up, I kind of turned my face to the right just to look around, you know. Lo and fricken behold, this dude literally had his face right beside mine. So when I turned my head slightly, I was welcomed by the side of his face. What the hell. His face was literally right beside mine. I knew that he was behind me but I didn't realize that he was this close. It was, to put it politely, disgusting. I didn't even see his face clearly but I felt gross to know that a stranger was that close to me. What the f-ck. What pissed me off even more was the fact that there was nobody behind him. He could've back up a little and no one would die.
- Supermarket line: I was ringing up my stuff and the supermarket wasn't even that full. Like there were three or four people in the line. The person could've backed up a little and she wouldn't die. So, she stood so close, she was practically breathing against the back of my neck. I could hear every single inhale and exhale. Why oh why wouldn't you back up? And she was talking to her friend about something in the line but still facing forward and yeah, it was unpleasant.
So yeah. I don't need to feel strangers' breath against my neck or my ears especially if there's more space for them to back up a little bit. Why won't they back up a little anyway?
xoxo,
caffeinatedheart.
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