I'm sure the Chinese people I encounter have NO IDEA what to make of me. I probably make them nervous. For some odd reason, everything is funny. So...I'm usually smiling or laughing or chuckling or giggling.
I find myself stuck in an elevator with four sour faced men, all of whom are looking intently at me...so I smile...and then chuckle. They are so serious, it's funny!
Some of the words coming out of people's mouth sound like other things in English...and it's funny!
My own inability to pronunciate the few words of Chinese I know...is funny! The expressions on people's faces when I try...is funny!
Their efforts in speaking English and my inability to understand a word they say...is funny!
The things I see are often...funny! Everything is so different! Signs don't make sense in English. The images I see everyday are funny to me. I have questions, but nobody to answer them...so it's funny! Some of things I see are very peculiar and it's funny!
The stares I get when Mr. Chen and I are walking anywhere together are funny! Usually because the stares are so entirely blatant!
The fact that I can't help myself from smiling and the obvious disapproval I get from people around me...makes me smile.
Most of the time I keep thinking of my friends who I wish could be here to see the same things...what a field day we would have! Not because we would be making fun of anything, but because they, too, would find humor in the same things I do...and we would end up laughing until we cried because that's who we are and that's what we do.
I miss you friends!
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