兩周一聚:傳統&傳統智慧/Convention & Conventional Wisdom

對也好,不對也好,傳統智慧自有它美麗之處,但傳統卻並不盡然。

I’d like to think of myself as creative, and so I don’t necessarily like to follow convention. I know it must be hard for some of my childhood friends to think of me as being very creative, because when I was a kid, I was the kind of quiet, obedient girl who always follows the rules. But that was just my “cover.” Deep down, I’ve always known that I have the urge to be different. This was most obvious in my writing assignments at school.

Since I was the obedient type at school, my teachers liked to call upon me when they needed someone to answer a question. They knew they could count on me. During composition class, my teachers would ask me to tell the class what I would write about for a certain topic. This had been both a challenge and a satisfaction for me. I would secretly come up with 2 answers – a public answer to satisfy the class’ need, and a private answer to use in my assignment.

So why did I need 2 answers? Because I knew that the public answer would usually be copied by some of my classmates. And I wanted to be different. I didn’t want my assignments to look like any of my classmates’. My challenge was to think of an okay answer for the class (you see, if I kept handing out substandard answers, I’d eventually lose my credibility as a “good” student), and then a better answer for my own assignments in order to maintain my grades, and, more importantly, satisfaction of being different.

This dirty little secret of mine went on for a few years. As I got into secondary school (for my American friends, secondary school in Hong Kong is the equivalent of middle & high school in the U.S.), I came clean. I felt there was no need to hide my appetite for the unconventional anymore, and that it was okay if I’m not the typical, obedient student that everyone believed I was. Not that I turned into a rebel, but I finally came to terms with myself. I did not need to use these tricks in my composition class to show that I was different.

But how our minds work! As my liking for the conventional lessened, my respect for conventional wisdom grew stronger. I started to appreciate seemingly unscientific remedies that my mom told me about. All of a sudden, bathing in rock sugar solution to soothe itchy skin didn’t seem so ridiculous any more. Now, I even make it a habit to ask my mom for conventional wisdom if I need help in certain things.

Becoming a parent probably prompted at least some of this. I hope when my son gets older, I would be able to pass onto him some conventional wisdom that I learned from my mom.

兩周一聚:色彩

記得在小學時,我總會給不同的姓氏配上一種顏色,例如姓沈的是藍色,姓歐的是紫色,姓洪的是紅色,但姓黃的卻不是黃色,而是啡色。不要問我用甚麼準則分配,因為我到現在不知道。

於我而言,顏色就像文字一樣,只要用心的去看,你便會看穿它的心事。

鬱悶的時候,有人喜歡看齣喜劇,而我則會給自己添點顏色--塗上蜜糖色的眼影,粉紅的胭脂,酒紅的唇彩,或是穿上桃紅色的上衣,再踏上金色的跳舞鞋。

顏色,的確是有治療作用的。就像你現在埋頭埋腦的看着電腦屏幕,不妨找點綠色的東西來看看,紓緩一下眼睛的疲累吧!

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註:「兩週一聚」是由巴黎 Michelle 發起的作文習作,每月十五、三十號網上相聚,由其中一人起題目,大家一起寫!今次起題的是mad dog。

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午夜前的十分鐘

"啊…"我伸個大懶腰,揉揉眼,看看電腦上的時鐘,原來已將近午夜了。

"睡吧!"G從浴室走出來。

其實經已很累,但還是想寫點甚麼才去睡。"唔,給我幾分鐘吧!"

"不要寫得太晚了--晚安!"G在我臉頰上親了一下,然後便轉身倒頭大睡。

打了幾句,實在睡意難擋,於是把電腦關掉;看看身邊的他,呼吸已陷入了低沉的韻律,原來他已睡著了。

刷牙梳洗過後,走到孩子的房間,給他再次蓋好被單,然後再親他一下,便回到G身邊;把燈關掉,在他頸後親了一下,輕聲說一句晚安,再看一看床頭的時鐘,還差十分鐘便到十二時了。

我躺在床上,握着他的手,閉上眼睛,千萬個畫面在我眼簾掠過,卻沒有一個畫面能真正的留下半點印象。我心中想着的,只有兩個正在熟睡的他跟他;然後,我的嘴角不由自主地掀動了一下。

午夜前的十分鐘,平靜而沉悶,但卻安穩實在。

明天,又是新的一天。祝大家新年快樂!

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註:「兩週一聚」是由巴黎 Michelle 發起的作文習作,每月十五、三十號網上相聚,由其中一人起題目,大家一起寫!今次起題的是周游

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