So families can watch tv together even from across the ocean. When I was in high school, I remember doing French homework over the phone while watching the Olympics with my friend.
How much of relationships is shared experiences
How much of relationships is built on shared experience? Doing life together ?
I remember doing French homework over the phone with my friend while watching the Olympics. It was nice to exchange small commentary with someone.
Ever had a small problem that you united until it became a big problem? That is how my back pain began. Sore, hardly annoying, and then it escalated to agony whenever I tried to stand up I feared becoming my fate as Quasimodo, so I decided to seek help.
On the walk to my office I oft passed a small hole in the wall with a sign in English that read, “Traditional Chinese medicinal massage”. They had charts and lists of different common issues in English, so I thought I’d give it a try. Massages are nice!
The small room fits just the one massage bed, a few stools and a smaller tv. There’s anatomical posters in the wall, and the man is older, with glasses and dresses much like father: casual golfwear that had been in the sun too long. After explaining my ailment he stretched and poked my muscles asking, “pain? Sore?” He pinpointed my issues rapidly and began painfully putting my muscles into place. With my face staring down at the floor, I could only see Mosquitos buZzing, and his white sneakers. I blew at the flies to keep them from biting my face.
Much to my surprise the room began to fill with people. A fellow sat at the head of the table, his leather sandals appearing in front of my eyes, then another fellow kept yelling on the phone, “Wuding Lu!!!” And then the wall on my right opened and a middle aged women in red foam slippers and an apron came to chit chat. She left yucky cuz they didn’t want to let so many bugs in, then another female came in talking about her husband having lots of pain for a few months now and there was lots of plastic crinkling. And the one man was still yelling in the phone.
The masseuse pauses to heat up his rice cooker, and i managed to steal a glance- the woman was very stylish with high chunky heels and another man sat on a stool outside the door also giving his feedback to the others- 4 in the closet of a room. The crinkling came from a collection of x-rays of someone’s spine. They were all examining and passing them around. The stylish lady was concerned, while her husband waited outside. While my masseuse said nothing. It was chaotic, everyone was talking at once. I was beginning to think this was a community center. Everytime I’ve stopped by here, there’s several people just hanging out. Gossiping. Smoking. Shooting the breeze.
And in a city as big as this one- I appreciate this open community fabric.
Masseuse: hey, can you talk to this girl? She can’t speak chinese.
Me: I understand what you are saying.
Random lady: (in English) can you speak mandarin?
Me: yes. It’s just really painful to talk now
Masseuse: can you ask her if she feels ok!
Me: I feel ok! Thanks
Lady: he says you need to rest
Me: I know
Masseuse: you need to rest. Don’t lift your baby.
Lady: he says-
Me: I understand thanks!
So it went on like that both of them asking questions in chinese and English and me answering in Chinglish. I made friends with the lady and we plan to get coffee sometime. I’m starting to feel part of the town now.