Anyway. I went to this Vietnamese culture festival. Originally I thought it was a semi-formal event, so I was feeling underdressed going there with just slacks and a dress shirt. Apparently, high schools in austin suck (surprise surprise! I hate this city.), so instead of theater seating, they had plastic chairs. Oh and I was overdressed. I swear I heard gunshots a couple of times. I even met one of my students there. Man, it's great to stand around and have people come up and be like HEY DON'T I KNOW YOU.
I have a criticism though. Traditional Vietnamese dresses look awesome (like almost all traditional Asian dresses) - cf. "Ao dai". Sometimes I wish this culture was celebrated more than the degrading 6th street bullshit VSA exemplifies.
Afterwards, I went to dinner with a friend and two other people who had been raised in the rough of Houston. As they recanted stories of blood and gore, I actually found myself strangely attracted to them. Nothing serious, of course, but I reasoned that I'd been around weak women for so long, it was refreshing to meet a pair of Amazonians.
I had become used to women being so needy and insecure with themselves that I've actually opened myself up to being vulnerable to the 'damsel in distress' type. I suppose that fits in nicely with the God Complex.
Pathetic, I know.