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Two Experiences With Two Asian Women

#1659931 - 06/24/03 10:20 PM (23 years, 1 month ago)

If you were expecting a HOT and SEXY story, press your back button now. (Admittedly, I used that anticipation to lure you here.)

The first story begins at Avatamsaka Monastery, here in Calgary, AB. I had shown up there hoping to become a layperson monk, performing monastic duties of practice without taking monastic vows. This place is just swarming with Koreans, Chinese, and Vietnamese. I am a white jellybean.

So, naturally, compounded with my existing feelings of paranoia, I am feeling even more insecure. Kava Kava was no help in this environment. Everywhere are 20 foot tall bronze statues looming, commanding awesome reverence and respect. I feel like I'm walking on bubble-wrap inside a room where silence is paramount. Everything I do is somehow trespassing on these people's beliefs.

I am assigned a fluently English-speaking Chinese woman to show me the ropes. This woman is hands-down the most beautiful feminine example I have yet encountered. Tall, but with the typical oriental frame, confident, gentle, obviously quite intelligent, articulate and kind. This to my queasy feelings is like propane to a lit cigarette.

She asks me quite simply why I have arrived here and chosen the path I am seeking to follow. The explanation I've recited with ease to so many in the past came out this time stammered and broken; I was running off at the mouth like a fool. My stare at her was hard, and she seemed to lean away as though she were standing next to a barking dog. It did not go well.

Regardless, she explained what was necessary to explain, and left me to prepare for the ceromony at 6:30. To pass the time, I wandered off to the library, which was a massive archive of Dharma texts. Most were written in oriental langauges, some bilingual, even fewer dedicated to english. I remove the first English book I can find, and begin reading.

Coming across an inspiring passage from The Twelve Conditions, I drew my notebook from my bag and knelt on the carpet to scribble it down quickly. I had placed the book on the carpet to read from as I write. A monk appears infront of me.

In heavily accented English; "It would best if you wrote on the desk over there. Do you see?"

I had assumed that he meant the desk would be a more convenient place for me to do writing. "Oh, no, it's just a short passage. It's no tr--"

"It is disrespectful. The carpet is dirty."

Now, his tone was not tight-lipped or scornful in any way. Regardless, I felt like I'd just been snapped in the face by his bamboo cane. I apologized, picked up the book and moved to the desk with my tail between my legs. :shake:

How distressing.

On the bus ride home was the second experience with Asian women. I was sitting on a seat which was parallel to the bus wall. Closer to the front of the bus was an Asian girl, about 17, looking obviously unconfident, unhappy, but absent of the usual angst-filled resentment. She sat with her hands folded loosely on her lap, looking down. She reminded me of myself at 17.

The bus stopped, and the obligatory punk-shit teenage boys boarded like starved, wiry trolls, speaking loudly, unware of any universe greater than that beyond the tip of their own penis. Not noticing the Asian girl, they stomp past both her and I to the back of the vehicle and continue arguing with eachother about video games and Nitrous Oxide modifcations to cars they will never have.

After some time, there was a break in their conversation. The leader of the pack piped up out of nowhere, no doubt regurgitating some useless hate he picked up from his parents, "You know, the good thing about Asian people is," I looked at the girl, whose eyes fell to her hands. "They keep to themselves."

She looked absolutely defeated.

This was terrible to observe. Part of me wanted to initiate some violent justice, another part wanted to move next to the girl and strike idle conversation, so that she'd feel appreciated instead of isolated. Neither actually transpired, as I was too weighted down by my own what-ifs, my own hangups and insecurities.

How distressing.

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