I have spent 25 years telling people I am named after someone who I just found out is actually 4 years younger than me. Thank you, dad, for the fraudulent lore!
Okay so a little bit of backstory is needed: I'm half white and half Chinese, and I was born in Shanghai back in 2007, when there weren't very many black people in China, and I had never really met anyone who wasn't white or Chinese until I moved to America at the age of two. However, my parents DID watch the news, where soon-to-be president Barack Obama was constantly getting air-time, more than enough for him to be seared into baby me's mind. When I was about one, my parents decided that we would fly to America for Thanksgiving so my dad could see his family and I could meet my grandparents. This was my first time leaving China, and on the plane, I got super excited because I thought I saw the newly elected president of the United States, Barack Obama, sitting a few aisles away from me. I screamed out Obama's name a few times, trying to get his attention. Except, of course, it wasn't Obama 😭😭😭 It was just some random black guy, and I had never known anyone outside of my race before besides seeing Obama on the TV. Thankfully, the guy was chill about it, and gave me a fist bump! My parents still tell me this story all the time (I do, too).
i think some people find it annoying and impossible to engage with, but i am just brimming with strange vivid dreams that at times feel more real than anything in my waking life.they’re integral to my own understanding of myself, and i want others to understand me too!! dreams can be so full of meaning (most times), and i love hearing about other people’s dreams as well.
first movie i went to alone. the theater was serving Blue Velvet themed cocktails. everything about the experience was perfect, even the way i was left feeling afterwards, the tipsy dreamy walk home in the dark. Lynch films are definitely meant to be watched in a theater. :)
