So I'm in a store buying some pop and some cigarettes, and as I'm walking to the counter, two other folks beat me there. No biggie. One dude pays for his shyt and then, as lines typically go, the next guy puts his shyt on the counter. The guy in front of me is some kind of east asian. He asks the guy behind the counter "Hey, are you fukking chinese?". The guy behind the counter was like "well, my parents are. i used to say that I was chinese, but i've been getting in trouble for it lately." and the guy who is sure that he, himself is asian is like "oh, that's cool. bye." Now I'm at the counter but the cashier hasn't finished his identity crises. "I want to be chinese! but all the people i know that are REALLY chinese don't want to let me be part of the club. " And I'm like "can i get a pack of smokes?" "Sure!...I just don't get it man. I guess I'm just american." and I'm like "You're chinese. Don't worry. You're definitely chinese." I had to say something to end the convo so I just did that. So I guess my question is: Was I right? Is he chinese?
i guess that makes sense. but i never really thought about it. like...i would have called him Chinese, not Chinese American. I didn't know there were hard body Chinese folks out here like that.
the melting pot is a pot of confusion, anxiety, and frustration. The man you met was Chinese but he knew he wasn't Chinese enough, an idea that haunts him and will eventually grow into contempt for Chinese-Chinese people. As he continues to lose his identity as a Chinaman, he will assimilate even more into whiteness and become more dysfunctional.
you right. it's my last vice actually. i quit a lot of other things. hopefully next year i can leave the cigarette smoking to the chinese. i might start vaping or something.
How long have Chinese been living in America, you'd think at this point there would be some type of "chinese american culture" already for him to fall back on so he wouldn't have to give a fukk what Chinese from China think of him nor would he have to assimilate into whiteness.
I'm not sure because he was still sort of talking as I was walking out the door. I might go back tomorrow and ask him if he got it figured out. I just can't imagine waking up and having to ask myself " Am I Chinese?", and the answer be a toss up. Deadass, I know for a fact that I'm not Chinese.
there's a very 'healthy' Chinese-American culture for him to fall back on, but when he encounters a Chinese-Chinese person, he feels like a fraud, because he is.