The least interesting person on the table.

If you grow up in an Asian household, whenever we need to gather up for dinner it makes me feel like I am trying to stay still in a fast, old subway along with a bunch of people trying to do different stuffs in the same box. Auntie’s eldest son just finished a PhD, that uncle’s only daughter just joined a corporate ladder with 20% increase for her salary, my 5th cousin is getting married next month.

Like wow, everybody seems to be doing something, at least one thing.

If you’re lucky, people will keep calling your name and you’ll get to own the stage for 20 minutes answering questions, giving recommendations, and feedback.

I used to feel like it’s ok to not having a lot to say. But it’s getting harder as I grow up

I mean don’t you want to be a successful daughter/son for once?

Luckily. my parents never forced me to study, they let me pursue my interests and I ended up having a blast > finally started climbing a corporate ladder so I felt really fulfilled at that point.

I can finally enjoy dumplings while people talk about their corporate journey.

But it’s just feel empty after earning my badge for a while

Nobody gives a damn about about my hobbies, my favorite book, or even my cat.