Both John and James were perfect gentlemen. James, John's son, has autism- at least I think so. He is really smart in class but his social skills are a little off. Nonetheless, he is so much fun to be around. He says the most random things, and they are mostly hilarious! I enjoy having the both of them in class, but it wasn't them that made the evening awkward.
They took us to a really uppity hotel. It was new; the walls were a cleanly marble color and there was a soothing ambiance with the piano playing the background. I was pleased to hear American songs!! Yay! The piano saved me, it was the only thing that made me happy. As I took a seat across from the Grandfather of James, I was immediately surprised to hear he spoke good English. You would think this would be good, that good conversation would occur and pleasant things would happen, but they did not.
Many things were said that made me feel awkward. First, he asked me whether I was republican or democratic. Who asks someone that? Sorry, I just feel when that is one of the first questions you ask someone you're asking for a debate. I wasn't really in the mood so I replied with a "I'm in the middle..." I didn't know what else to say. I felt either answer would upset the man, who knows.
I made one of the worst decisions of my life that night: I ordered a salad. It was simply the worst salad I've ever had. I can't remember the last time I had a salad so awful (except the one time I ordered salad from Cheesecake Factory, I threw up that night...). Every bite was awful- there were about ten tiny lettuce leafs with a huge pile of cabbage in the middle. Who enjoys a cabbage salad??? NOT ME! You'd think that salad dressing would help, but mayonnaise didn't really cut it and it only added to the constant gagging reflex I had with each bite.
I forced myself not to show that I wasn't enjoying the evening. My face hurt from fake smiling the whole night. Not only was the food awful so was the constant weird conversation from the Grandfather. I felt jabbed at the whole night with sly remarks about being fat or what I was eating and why. Do people think I enjoy hearing that I'm big? Do they realize that my size is NORMAL in America? Over here everyone is the size of a stick, no wonder they think of me as a fat ferlong (which is foreigner in Thai).
I'm so fortunate to be here with Leah! God has blessed me with the girl, without her I think I would be an emotional wreck all the time. There are times like this where I am so incredibly thankful for her. God knows how to look out for me :)