The past few days, I've been helping my parents move out of their previous factory into a new one. They work in Los Angeles selling clothing wholesale. Yeah, whatever that means... Anyway, I don't think I've ever done so much manual labor in my life. I was basically lifting and moving thousands of rolls of fabric, hour upon hour, till my hands were numb. You know how people say you can tell if someone works hard by the condition of their hands? Well, that's a bunch of crap, because that only applies to people who are consistently doing manual labor, sewing, washing dishes, etc. I have nice, soft hands, but don't judge me by their appearance. Hahaha...
You've heard of Charlie and his chocolate factory? I'm Alex and this was my effing fabric factory... I've never seen so many different colors, so many different textures, so many different styles... It was incredible... If you ever need fabric, I'm pretty sure I can help... Even so, this didn't have the same appeal to me as a factory full of candy... Willy Wonka had his oompa-loompas; my dad had his Mexican workers. These guys really worked their butts off, and any notion that Mexicans are stereotypically lazy was forcefully dispelled out of my mind. Besides, I'm the lazy one...
This brings me to another point. You know how people say this or that was a "good experience." I say it all the time... "My visit to Central America was a good experience" or "It was good to experience a day doing manual labor"... But, what bothers me is that what I call a "good experience" is actually a minuscule fragment of someone's way of life. How could a mere experience capture the real deal? And aren't I making light of life when I think that an experience will suffice to portray it? I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's pretty arrogant to think that a person knows much of anything after a so-called "experience." But yeah, I guess I'm making a big deal out of nothing and I've said the word "experience" entirely too many times...
I'm really tired and sore...
I've also added another thing to my list. She needs to speak a foreign language, preferably Spanish or Portuguese... Korean doesn't count... Korean sucks. Hahaha...
You've heard of Charlie and his chocolate factory? I'm Alex and this was my effing fabric factory... I've never seen so many different colors, so many different textures, so many different styles... It was incredible... If you ever need fabric, I'm pretty sure I can help... Even so, this didn't have the same appeal to me as a factory full of candy... Willy Wonka had his oompa-loompas; my dad had his Mexican workers. These guys really worked their butts off, and any notion that Mexicans are stereotypically lazy was forcefully dispelled out of my mind. Besides, I'm the lazy one...
This brings me to another point. You know how people say this or that was a "good experience." I say it all the time... "My visit to Central America was a good experience" or "It was good to experience a day doing manual labor"... But, what bothers me is that what I call a "good experience" is actually a minuscule fragment of someone's way of life. How could a mere experience capture the real deal? And aren't I making light of life when I think that an experience will suffice to portray it? I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's pretty arrogant to think that a person knows much of anything after a so-called "experience." But yeah, I guess I'm making a big deal out of nothing and I've said the word "experience" entirely too many times...
I'm really tired and sore...
I've also added another thing to my list. She needs to speak a foreign language, preferably Spanish or Portuguese... Korean doesn't count... Korean sucks. Hahaha...
