A little news from the home front that doesn't relate to the main theme
Of the blog but is somewhat interesting to me (alright I admit, I'm running short on material). I received some information from an intermediary of some rather dreary news. The daughter of an acquaintance of my mother’s hers has unfortunately contracted some type of brain tumor, a rare enough ailment one compounded by the fact that the daughter is just now barely in her 20's. The intermediary was fairly emotional about the whole affair, being weepy after she first heard about the news from her friend, yet I found myself totally apathetic to the situation. My first thought of the unfortunate girl was that she wasn't taking it very well. She had been going through emotional swings, long bouts of crying, and wasn't eating. Fair enough for someone confronting what could very well be a terminal condition, yet I could not help thinking that if I were in her position, I would certainly be facing things more stoically. I have always considered myself to possessing a fatalistic attitude towards life and while my experiences in regards to death have been blessedly few and far between, none of them have ever fazed me in the slightest. It's an interesting philosophical situation where man and woman in this case can have entirely divergent response to the same predicament. I have heard it said before that women, when faced with crisis situations such as this, tend to become hysterical or otherwise lock up. Men on the other hand tend to be more resigned to their lot and soldier on as they were until the end. I am not sure whether this is an example social-conditioning or perhaps something more metaphysical is at the heart of it.
The other interesting factor in this whole affair is the sheer sadistic irony of it all. If you'll pardon the imagery but when shit happens, it flows like runny diarrhea. What would otherwise be a picture perfect upper-middle class family has been laid low by a string of ill-fated circumstance. The family owned a medical practice which has only recently gone under due to lack of business. The girl herself attends an Ivy League school and is preparing to attend medical school soon only to be diagnosed with a brain tumor. Worse yet, she does not have medical insurance and the financial and emotional costs of this could very well destroy their up until now serene family. The coup de grace would be if the IRS found out that their family owes what is likely hundreds of thousands in back taxes (virtually every Chinese family running a small business is hiding taxable income).I bear her and her family no ill will let alone malice enough to exult in their predicament, yet their fall from grace is not without a sliver of schadenfreud. My mother used to constantly compare me to other children of her acquaintances usually to my detriment, as Chinese mothers are wont to do. He went to Harvard, she went to MIT, her daughter earns 340,000 thousand dollars a year, her son is studying to become a doctor. I am not such a knave to wish her ill solely on account of my mother's hectoring; its water off a duck's back. Yet there is an undeniable sense of amusement in witnessing this disaster in what would otherwise be another very ordinary day.