I have the ultimate paranoia that someone I know is stalking my (private) blog - and telling my mother what I get up to.
This blog is my sincere private (yet ultimately, very public - damn you, internet) blog. And I have this paranoia, that's been with me for ...years. That someone I know will read this and tell my mother everything and that is how she knows what I do and when I'm lying.
My mother so damn intuitive, its fucking scary. That's why I have an irrational fear of delving into writing personal things on here, in case she has a ninja assassin that's telling her everything.
But this fear isn't TOTALLY irrational, I assure you. I have a friend who tells her mother everything and about everyone. I do not kid you. And then her mother will tell my mother everything. This whole asian mother ninja gossip business knows more about what my friends do than me.
It's like a criminal clan. 'Oh that girl went and got pregnant. Oh such and such friend doesn't have her virginity anymore. Oh she's done this. He's done that. Their family is crap. He borrows money and gambles. I know all about you, you lied to this person and did that.' Like, seriously where the hell does this come from? Asian mothers just dig up people's past.
My own mother isn't like that. She knows everything, but she keeps it to herself. You have some really estranged asian mothers out there that actually go all out and spread the word. Its absolutely horrendous. Privacy in the asian culture is almost non-existent.
That being said, my mother might keep to the privacy of others. But mine? I have no privacy. I hate it. She'll ask who I'm texting, read my mail. Intercept phone calls.
I wish I were caucasian. As much as I love this family and my race (somewhat), it's also suffocating. I want to move out. Move away. In another country. Start again.
But that's never going to happen.
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