A relative walks up. You hand him two imperfect oranges. He is an uncle, twice removed. You and him will shake hands. He will hand you a red packet, and you will say thank you as you hesitate between nodding and bowing, and end up doing a little of both.
And then he will ask: “what are you studying now?”
You can predict the entire conversation before it happens. Your cousins are all around, varying slightly in age but all on the same path towards adulthood. You almost forget the answer.
“I’m studying the arts.” You blurt out. Brace yourself.
“Oh,” he begins. “So…what do you want to do in the future?” Bingo.
“I may want to be a teacher. Maybe a journalist? See how it goes lor.” You don’t even know what you’re saying at this point. Your uncertainty is exposed.
“So basically, you don’t really know what…
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