Sunday, January 29, 2006

Year of the Dog


So much has been going on, I almost forgot that this is the Year of the Dog.

I just ran into my little buddies, Maggie and Kelly, two Chinese girls, ages 4 and 2, who live next door to me.

They were off to visit relatives to get their packets of money for the holiday.

"Hey," I told them, "bring back some money for me."

Fortunately, they didn't understand English that well, so my lame joke fizzled in the rain.

I went to the Chinese New Year festivities in New York when I was in college and it was a blast, literally.

I was tutoring English back then and one of my Chinese students, Cathy, had invited me to come along with her and her friends to watch the celebration.

It was fabulous; Cathy took me to a neighborhood restaurant, where the waiters counted the plates rather than wrote down our orders. And Cathy told me the dragons represent different villages in China.

She said that a lot of planning went into the appearance of these dragons, making sure none of them run into each other and thus avoiding potential conflicts and brawls.

There were fireworks exploding all over the place. I felt like I was a real insider, instead of some gawking tourist staring at the locals. In fact, a gawking tourist tried to take Cathy's picture while we were watching one of the dragons go by.

Smile, Though Your Heart is Breaking

Cathy was a small, very lovely young woman with glasses and on that day she was wearing this beautiful flower print jacket.

I felt her little hand pull me close to her and I wasn't sure what was happening until I looked up and saw this woman with a camera and a three-foot telephoto lens, which she aimed straight at Cathy's face.

What is with people? Do you think that such behavior might be just a tad bit rude? To be honest, Cathy was indeed pretty as a picture, but you don't photograph living people like they're totem poles.

The woman got the hint and started asking Cathy all sorts of dumb questions about the dragons and their meaning. Yeah, lady, now go back to Ohio.

Later, Cathy and I went uptown to see "Kramer vs. Kramer" because she had to see the movie for some class she was taking. At one point, I'd swear she put her on my shoulder, for just a second, mind you, but I'm sure it happened.

Cathy was such a sweetheart. During our tutoring sessions, I used to pretend I was angry and scold her in the little Italian I knew. She put up with this for nearly two semesters until one day she began berating me in Chinese.

She caught me flatflooted for a second, since I had no idea what she was saying, and then we both started to laugh.

I didn't realize to years later how much I cared for Cathy, how I wanted her to be my girlfriend, rather than just my buddy.

I was in a very dim phase back then, where I constantly made jokes and wisecracks as a way of showing people I wanted to be their friend.

I was hardly the only person doing this. Just about all the people in my group of friends at the time did this sort of thing. I guess it's the stupidy of youth, but I know it cost me my friendship with Cathy.

I joked around too much and she got tired of me and after graduation I never saw her again.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. What's wrong with just telling people you care for them? Why did I feel this need to sling insults instead of paying compliments, why didn't I make people feel good about themselves, instead of pissing them off?

I had Chinese food the other day and one of my fortunes read "If you have not been hurt, embarrassed, ashamed or humilitated you have not lived." So I guess losing people is part of the game.

And I see that, according to an Web posting, people who are born in the year of the dog "have a deep sense of loyalty, are honest, and inspire other people's confidence because they know how to keep secrets."

I wasn't born in the year of the dog, but I like those attributes and I think they're worth cultivating. That way I'll keep my friends closer, rather than chasing them away.

So to all my friends out there, happy new year.

8 comments:

DesertPeace said...

And Happy New Year to you too! Living in New York, as you do, really gives you the opportunity to celebrate with the world... literally. Its the greatest road to Peace and understanding.
I remember as a child, I too had a Chinese friend, every New Year his fmily would bring me an orange and a box of dried leeche nuts. They said it was a traditional gift. I so looked forward to the Chinese New Year as if it were my own.
Enjoy the day!

Rob K said...

Happy Year of the Dog, Peace! Thanks for sharing your memories.

Babsbitchin said...

Live and learn Rob, all we can do is live and learn. But don't you wonder where she is? Don't you really hate no end to the story. All we can do is grasp the fact that tomorrow is never promised so we must live for today.As usual, very entertaining. Hope you're doing well, really I do!

Rob K said...

Thank you, Barbara, as always. And I hope you're doing well, too.

:)

Kebab said...

There was a guy, many years ago. He came along too early in my life and I regretted the end of our realtioship for a long time. I know it's of no real consolation and I know you already know this but, some people are only meant to walk on the path of life with us for a short time. On a lighter note, some we can't seem to get rid of. heehee

Rob K said...

Thank you, Donna. And it is a consolation to hear this from you. You can't undo the past and I think you make a good point about someone coming along too early in your life. We all like to think about living happily ever after, but that sometimes plays better in the movies than in real life.

And, yeah, why can't lose the schmucks?!?

Anonymous said...

Desert W. is correct...some people are meant to walk on "the path of life" with us a short time...

His name was Tom and he was with me just 2 1/2 short years before he drifted off to heaven in my arms. I don't know why he couldn't stay...but part of him was left behind for me to love and cherish. He'll be 9 in April. :)

Marsha

Rob K said...

Oh, Marsha, I am so sorry for your loss.

I hope you are coming to terms with this. I am honored that you shared this painful memory with us.

Take care and God bless.