Just one week.
One week left in China and then no
more.
No more being in a place where the only thing people seem to care about is work.
No more feeling like every day is a battle in a place I don't belong.
No more people taking my picture because I'm different.
No more people smoking beside me while I try to eat.
No more being in a place where the only thing people seem to care about is work.
No more feeling like every day is a battle in a place I don't belong.
No more people taking my picture because I'm different.
No more people smoking beside me while I try to eat.
No more people coughing into my face.
No more always being soaked in sweat.
No more people pushing through me.
No more cloudy grey polluted skies.
No more umbrellas in the face.
No more never ending traffic.
No more people touching me.
No more spitting at my feet.
No more yelling in my ear.
No more lack of sunshine.
No more mean old ladies.
No more honking.
No more staring.
No more crazy.
Because that's what China is. China is
crazy in a way that no other place is. In China, there's so many
people that everyone just says “fuck it” and stops caring
what other people think. They do whatever they want to without fear of
judgement. They don't wait to be told it's ok. They don't worry they
way we do. They don't worry about what other people think about them.
About how they come across. They don't ask “how are you?” when
they don't want to hear the answer. They aren't nice to people they
don't want to be. They don't make themselves feel bad for being a
human with human functions. They don't apologize. They just do their
thing. They are raw and unfiltered. Honest and crude.
They just let go and live their lives
and it's a crazy thing to be apart of.
No more crazy.
No more wild west.
No more shamelessness.
No more constant surprises.
No more daily wtf moments.
No more outdoor fruit markets.
No more constant tests of patience.
No more laughing at Chinglish signs.
No more being able to break the rules.
No more not having to worry how I look.
No more having to push myself to rise
above.
No more teaching myself to learn their
language.
No more people coming up to me to touch
my biceps.
No more not having to worry that I have
offended someone.
No more people setting off fireworks to
ward off evil spirits.
No more big crowds of old Chinese
people dancing in the parks.
No more getting to watch Chinese people
do their so called “work outs.”
No more shy Chinese girls coming up to me
and asking to take a picture with me.
No more being completely free from
judgement in a crazy place I don't really belong in.
One week left in China and then no
more.
Just one week.
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