Remembering my time in Taiwan, this is one thing that would make me happy for some reason. I’d be by myself walking down the street, maybe, and some random local person would come up and ask me for directions or help with something in Chinese–I’m obviously an a-dough-ga, but I seemed to have that “knows Chinese language” look about me.
It happened a couple of times, and I felt accepted in society for just a moment. :snivel: It made up for all the times the counter kids at McDonald’s would run away and cower behind the french fry machine, afraid to speak English with me.
Actually, thinking back on it, the fact that it made me happy maybe was kind of pathetic. Anyway, has it ever happened to you? Were you pathetically happy about it like I was?