I used to hate it. When I was a kid, my parents had often encouraged me to read. They would take me to the library, buy me children’s books and occasionally point at a kid who was burying his nose in a book and suggest I do the same. But why? I asked them. Why should I read if I don’t enjoy it? Reading just isn’t as fun as, you know, playing with Barbie dolls or digging up worms in the garden. “Reading will make you smarter,” they proclaimed. If you read a lot of books, it’ll help you at life.
The moment I stepped out into Shenzhen from the airport, I was approached unwilling by dozens of taxi drivers. They yelled at me across the street, pestering me continuously to take their cab. When I refused, they disregarded my refusal
My heart used to jump every time someone would ask me what I wanted to do with my life, because at the time I was 25 and had been devastated after my breakup and being stranded in China. “Uhh
I used to be scared of sounding stupid. And giving others the impression that I don’t know jack s*** about anything. Because the truth was, I didn’t know jack s***. I had no idea how credit cards worked. What gluten-free meant.