Or, “What I Learned On My Summer Vacation”
At some point in your life you make such a monumental ass of yourself that you can’t escape the thought that perhaps you are a total idiot. This summer, as I tried to navigate Beijing in my horribly flawed Mandarin, I felt this way more than once. I went to China to teach English in the countryside, while simultaneously overlooking my own linguistic inadequacies (but I digress.) Anyway, it’s at this moment, when you stop and realize what a fool you are, that you approach something called wisdom. It’s sort of like a hazing ritual for enlightenment. You must endure much embarrassment before you achieve enlightenment. Before you can know yourself you must first learn to laugh at yourself.
Except me. I have no embarrassing stories about me whatsoever.