It’s funny how sometimes things can lead you from odd into the obvious into the obscure. I was sitting in the diner the other day, just vegging out of an afternoon when I wandered into one of those, been thinking on the event for a couple of days now. One of the lasses on the crew was sitting across from me and eating the lunch she’d brought in. Now that wouldn’t be anything of note under most circumstances, as a matter of fact I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary for a couple of minutes. It was Chinese type food, and what was unusual for the setting was she was eating with chopsticks. Perfect posture, perfect etiquette, plate on the table, but using chopsticks. No problem at all, except of course for the train and chain of thought the event initiated.
I make no bones about it, I really don’t like the oriental cultures. They always feel like slavery to me, a tyranny so deep the enslaved have no concept of just how deep their slavery goes. They feel more than brainwashed, they feel soul bleached. I really can’t remember a time I didn’t feel that way. The funny thing is I’ve never really searched this lifetime to try and understand why.
