North Carolina family friends just left for So-Cal today.  They’ll be back by Friday, so no worries.  I haven’t seen them since I was 7, but we used to be close.  I was expecting lots of deadly awkward silences, but it was the opposite.  They’re pretty good conversationalists.
 
Anyways, I’m just grateful that I never had to go thru an identity crisis.  And grateful that I’m not pointed out as a minority and foreigner everyday of my life, just for having black hair, tan skin and squinty eyes.  It’s cool to live around other Asian folk, but it’s also cool to be around those who don’t CARE what I am.  That’s probably the biggest clincher.  So while me, Vic, and Joe were bitching about how lame Milpitas is, our visitors kept praising how GOOD we had it.
 
At G-Mall: “It must be soo cool that EVERYONE’S Asian!”
My Bro: “Man, this mall is lame.  I wanna leave.”
 
After hearing these two phrases over and over, I actually took a good look at my surroundings.  And everyone within view was of color – black, brown, tan, sand, mocha, white, whatever – and ghetto.  Not to sound PC, but it felt good to see diversity, so good that I wanna eat some warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream.  No, make it Neapolitan.  Actually, I was probably just hungry.
 
By the way, I’m convinced that I never wanna live in the rich, white South.  Or the South in general, minus Florida and Louisiana.  Cajun sounds awesome.  End of post.