Addendum to previous post: Heh. Here’s another entry. Geez, did these people secretly videotape my childhood?
Play piano since the age of four? Check.
Play a string instrument? Check.
Oboe and clarinet? Check, check.
Ever play in a church service? Check.
Music competitions? Check.
Got forced by other Asians to play so that their kid could show me up? Check.
I should have learned the triangle instead. Of course, other areas of my life have also been so stereotypically Asian that I inwardly cringe thinking about it. Sometimes I wonder if I’m not really me, that I might just be a caricature. I mean, I’m aware, but I don’t go out of my way to be completely different either. Isn’t being rebellious just another caricature, too?