This entry is going to be a disappointing one because I know very little about jews and it’s hard to write about something I know nothing about. It’s like if someone told you to write about the Fumahibi tribe. All you can say is that the name sounds retarded and made up because I actually did just make that name up. That’s all you can say about it. I’m not trying to undermine the existence of jews or anything but it’s just a fact that I’ve had very little encounters with them.
I live in a Chinese dominant suburb in Canada, kind of like a suburban Chinatown… in Canada… To this day, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a real life jew, not that they’re a spectacle to see or anything. In grade 6, I don’t remember what we were learning in school, maybe the holocaust, but jews came up and I had no clue what those are so I asked the teacher. The teacher had a bit of a hard time explaining because judaism is technically a religion and not a race but the category is used in speech as if they were a race. (I feel a little bad that I don’t even remember the context in which I first heard about jews and just threw the holocaust out there so lightly.) Due to the jew’s strong presence in the television industry and my complete innocent and clean slate of a mind, I grew up getting pretty accustomed to certain jewish phrases like “schmuck” and their “oi”. It makes me kind of a jewy Chinese person.
That’s pretty much all I’ve got to say about jewish people. I guess I should say something about the holocaust. …It happened… Wow, I just sat here for upwards of five minutes trying to think of something to say about the holocaust and it’s sad that I genuinely have nothing to say about it. Almost as sad as the holocaust itself. Okay, maybe not. Not even close. Forget I said that. I don’t remember which comedian, but I remember hearing a joke about how people “brag” about going through hard times and jews can always pull out the trump card of having gone through the holocaust in their history. This reminds me of my conversations with my dad. Previously in this blog, I have mentioned my crappy relationship with my parents. Although not all conversations are arguments, my dad is very confrontational and turns all conversations into arguments. And my dad is annoying because he always has to be right in his mind, even if he’s wrong. It’s so stupid. I can’t even be right if I told him that I don’t like eating certain foods. Essentially, I’m not allowed to have my own opinions. Not to my dad’s acknowledgement at least. Where jews have the holocaust as their trump card in arguments, my dad uses seniority. Whenever he needs to be right, he just says he’s older so he knows better. No dad, I really just don’t want to eat eggs tonight, seniority has nothing to do with it. I’m really glad that my dad’s not jewish because he’d throw the holocaust in every conversation on top of seniority.
Well, that’s about all I’ve got to say on this topic for now. I’m sorry that it’s pretty uninteresting. Hopefully I didn’t steer any of my 2 readers away. You know what though, this was a good example of something, and I’m going to need to take a few sentences to explain what this something is. You know the stereotypical college student who (retardedly) thinks he’s so smart and important and has valuable opinions on every subject? Well, that’s actually a pretty good description of who I am. And it’s funny because I actually try to justify it by thinking “Hah, those dumb college kids, but I really am more interesting than the rest” and I’m aware how much of a stupid non-justification that is. I’m not that obnoxious but it was pretty boldly stupid of me to think that readers can suggest any topic and I’ll have something interesting to say about it. Well this was a good example of me not having anything interesting to say. This admission isn’t satisfying either though since I don’t think I was ever up in people’s face about my smartness or interestingness. … …The more I drag this on, the longer this boring entry gets so I’ll just stop now. Let me just stop. Right here. Okay, bye.