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  • wildncrazyguy138@fedia.iotoNo Stupid Questions@lemmy.world•Westerners, what's your impression on the Chinese Diaspora? And what does the people around your area of residence think of the Chinese Diaspora?
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    19 days ago

    For someone to completely uproot their life, separate from most of their family, their friends and their upbringing takes guts. I’ve moved within my own country a few times and it was jarring enough.

    People who are willing to such should be celebrated. I personally appreciate the culture, entertainment and food that they bring with them.

    That said, I worked at UConn for a few months for a project, and I was taken aback by how many students were of Asian descent compared to how many were white or black. It made me reflect just how much more populous that part of the world is.

    And while I do celebrate culture, and am even a proponent of open borders generally, I do think culture needs to be preserved. I live in the US and not China for a reason. The people who move from China, for more than a short term visit, should expect to follow American laws and social norms. That is to say, come freely to add onto our patchwork quilt here, but be ready to add to it, rather than replacing an existing patch with your own.

    As for what people think here. I live in a small college town. We have folks from other cultures here already. I think they would be welcomed in town generally, but the outlying county folks would have more reservations - they’d be more accepting for those that talked or acted like them, hunting, fishing, 4-wheeling, big trucks and all of that.

  • wildncrazyguy138@fedia.iotoShowerthoughts@lemmy.world•If you "talk to yourself", you're deemed a "crazy person", but if you turn it to a song, then you're an aspiring musician.
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    26 days ago

    There was this one time a few years back that I had to go to the dump to dispose of some various large material. Our dump is more of a transfer station with a big warehouse where everything is disposed of, compacted by giant bulldozers and then loaded onto other trucks to take to a nearby landfill in a separate county.

    This particular visit it had been rainy for a few days, and I guess I must’ve gotten there right after the transfer trucks picked up all the refuse. Except for the floor, it was covered in a slippery stink-filled film. I carefully threw my truckload in, making sure that I didn’t fall, though I did slip a bit. It took some time to do so, so I came up with this little ditty. “Trash juice, trash juice, oh bring back my trash juice to me, to me!”

    I did my work, shuffled my shoes and got into the car. Next stop was the grocery store. I’m fumbling around in the cheese aisle, and I guess I was still singing my song at a quiet mumble. Well, this old blue haired lady must’ve heard me. She turned around and recoiled “what are you singing!” In that way where it seemed like her whole life was built around cleanliness and my recitation was an affront to everything that she stood for.

    Well, I got a good laugh out of that reaction, still do. Moral of the story is that singing to yourself does not necessarily negate other people thinking you’re a crazy person.