Chinese mother be like: you have to read, starting at a young age, all the best works of the Chinese poetic canon to cultivate your poetic imaginations and sensibilities
Me: *develop feelings for someone I shouldn’t have feelings for precisely because of said poetic sensibilities*
Chinese mother: well that’s your own fault then, snap out of it
Me: MOTHER WTF
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ChatGPT summarized the below:
Chinese mother: “Read Li Qingzhao. Feel the tragic moon. Let your soul dissolve into ancient silk landscapes.”
Also Chinese mother: “Stop crying over a man like a lil b!tch! Dry your tears. Get a real (finance) degree. Get your shit together. And don’t forget to file your taxes.”
“I handed you the sacred keys to aesthetic consciousness and it’s your fault you used them to suffer beautifully. 🙄”
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This is why I think books like One Hundred Years of Solitude are so brilliant: because generational curse continues, it’s an eternal return, it’s cyclical, there’s just no way to break it