Day 6. C is for… (Post-A-Day)

a01427568f7c11e3ab340ef324447c91_8Today’s topic is the letter C, and in particular I’m going to talk about things I like that start with that fine letter. Among them, is the cat. I am rather fond of the creature. And before I forget to mention it, the one in the picture is my Uncle’s cat, Whisper.

I have liked cats for years, and of all the animals it is probably the one I can ‘connect’ with most easily, I’ve never been one who connects with dogs easily, though I’m not afraid of them like I was as a child. I remember as a child if we went to places that had a dog, often times the people would put the dog in another part of the house because I would be rather afraid of them. I don’t remember if that was a problem once I had the opportunity to become well acquainted with the dog, I do not think so, as I do not remember being afraid of family dogs, and friends dogs who I saw very regularly. Cats however, I’ve always felt fairly comfortable around. Even now, I find I am more of what they call a ‘cat person’ than a ‘dog person’.

When I saw that this topic was coming up, I thought for sure I would be writing about ‘cute’ things, I’m not going to lie, I am rather fond of cute things. But, looking through my pictures, I realized that a cat was perfectly suitable for a subject. (A cat is nearly always suitable in my opinion.)

Other things I like that have to do with the letter C? Chocolate, coffee, cultures. And of course, other things as well, including Chinese related things.

Chocolate, chocolate is good. Sometimes, I think chocolate, properly applied, could change the world. If we could just sit down, like the Elves and Dwarves did, and drink hot chocolate together, and discuss things over hot chocolate, I think we would be far better off sharing our hot chocolate than we are sending missiles and such back and forth all the time. I do wish world leaders would switch their methods of solving their problems to the much more reasonable method of drinking hot chocolate together. It’s not that we can’t solve our problems in the world in such a reasonable manner, it’s that we won’t. There is all the difference in the world between can’t and won’t. Most of the time, I believe war is because of a “won’t” rather than a “can’t”. Aside from being a possible solution to the world’s problems, chocolate is an unquestionably delicious delicacy.

Coffee. I confess, I am rather fond of coffee, though the line between fondness and addiction is a bit blurry. What do I mean? I do like to drink coffee, but I’ve also discovered that if I go without it for a few days, I start craving it madly. I do wonder why I like it sometimes, it is such a bitter strange tasting drink that leaves a rather strong aftertaste, yet I keep coming back for more. I’ve been a tea drinker for years, but I think my coffee drinking habits started about the time I started going to my present church. It may or may not be related to that, but I do remember the discovery that if I drank coffee I was considerably more awake afterwards! I am so not a morning person. A bit of a zombie for the first several hours, which unfortunately, is when the church service takes place.

Cultures. This has been a somewhat longtime interest, but kind of a light vague interest for the most part until very recently, about the last year and a half, when I started learning languages. Now I feel a draw to other cultures that is almost akin to the feeling of forming a friendship with another person, or even a relationship of sorts. There is almost a love about it, very alike to what they describe as “falling in love” well, for me, it is kind of like that with cultures. Languages was the key, I think, that unlocked the door to a love of cultures, especially cultures apart from my own. Not that I wish to abandon my own culture completely, it’s more that I wish to learn how to improve it. I do see things in my own culture I dislike, and as I look about the world, I do see room for improvement in my own, and sometimes others. Nevertheless, both near and far, I do with to hold a sensitivity to other cultures and my own. I don’t want to be a ‘culture warrior’ against my own culture, and most certainly not against other cultures. I wish to improve what does need to be improved of course, injustices should be fought against of course, and sometimes the weight of the injustices should outweigh the importance of cultural sensitivity. It would be a greater offense, I think, and a crime against humanity itself, to ignore things in the name of cultural sensitivity that are without a doubt wrong or dreadfully harmful. I believe that some notions do need to be advanced, while at the same time, long held traditions and ways of life need to be respected. I do not wish to fight against those I disagree with so much as illuminate a brighter way, if that makes sense.

And last, but not least, I am interested in China, a result of trying to learn Mandarin Chinese has been the blossoming of a love for the culture of China. It is something that I did not really foresee, yet something that I think is to be with me for the rest of my life. I set out to learn French, and I have learned a little French, that is true, but I did not expect my nearly lifelong desire to learn French to turn to a passionate love of China and the Chinese culture. Learning about it has been a joy, and I very much hope that I can visit it at some point in the future. It is one thing to learn about a place, a culture, a people. It is quite another to experience it for oneself.