So this is kind of a big brain dump. Doesn't cleanly fall into any other thread but doesn't justify a new one. It's going to be huge, so bear with me. For the purposes of this post, "Asian" or "Chinese" girl refers to the girl I met last night. "Korean" refers to the kid i knew many years about.
We are at Desire RM right now. Last night we met a mixed couple - he is Latino and she is a very cute Asian girl.
I talked to her for a bit and was simply curious about her, because she's obviously Asian but no discernable foreign accent. She mentioned that she was born in China but her parents brought her here at a young age. She has a very "Chinese" name which I obviously won't share here.
The conversation was casual but quickly turned into a discussion of ethnic situations, if that makes sense. I mentioned how there was only one "Chinese" kid in my whole school. I said her name, and we briefly both chuckled about how the name is actually Korean, not Chinese (which I learned long ago, but not when not what I'm describing below happened).
I mentioned about how this Korean girl was treated badly, and the Asian girl I said she was called "flat face-"
HOLY SHIT
I did that. I - some asshole kid who said something nobody deserves - called that Korean girl that when I was maybe 8. I had forgotten it, but now remember it like she was standing in front of me now. I know exactly where it happened, everything from trees to soccer goals. I remember the look on her face like it happened this morning.
This came back to me so fast it hit me like a ton of bricks. For about 5 seconds I began fucking bawling - right there in a hot tub in Cancun with 100 other people. I had barely ever experienced such a rush (an unpleasant one) of an emotional response.
I told her that I remember that, and that I hope that girl doesn't. That was probably a stupid thing to say. The Korean girl might not remember me specifically. I don't know.
I was suddenly reminded of the movie Flatliners. If you've not seen it, it is about medical students who endeavor to induce (relatively) safe near-death experiences. In doing so, they become confronted with some bad memories. One involves a white male character recalling his having cruelly taunted and bullied a black girl as a maybe 9 year old. He is extremely upset about this revelation, and gets this idea that he will find her and apologize.
He does find her. He attempts to apologize and is absolutely rejected. She challenges why he is there and asks what he hopes will come of it - HER healing, or the assuagement of his own guilt? He realizes that he's there for himself, not for her. The Chinese girl (maybe 35 and probably not familiar with the film) had not heard of the movie and began to seem disinterested in talking about it further.
It got me wondering. I had bullies as a kid. I always believed they never thought about me, and their ultimate flex was to inflict a lifetime of bad memories on me while carrying on guilt-free like nothing ever happened.
It seems like her and her dude have since gone home. I wished I'd had a chance to tell her the following- nothing to do with how hot she was.
1 - I'm both sorry for dumping such an unsexy thing on her at a fucking sex club.
2 - Thank you for listening.
3 - Those bullies we talked about. Maybe at least some really do experience guilt all these years later.
I don't know.