Simple Man“…And be a simple kind of man; be something you love and
understand.” - Lynard Skynard. I’m
getting in touch with my redneck side. Yes…I know I’m Asian, but it’s there.
It’s the cousin of metal.
I hate to admit it, but I’m reliving high school. There’s a
lot more to business school than just classes. There’s a huge social aspect to
studying Mammon. In response, my high school sentiments are starting to rear
their ugly heads.
I’ve started listening to more metal. For a while, I chilled
out and started listening to acoustic music, but I’m getting back in touch with
my inner metal-head. Why? Because metal is the music of protest, and for some,
the muse of escape.
I don’t like networking. It’s not that I don’t like people,
or that I’m anti-social (although I am introverted). I just don’t like trying
to strike up a conversation while standing in a crowded, noisy bar full of
people I don’t know. I realize that other people don’t like those functions
either, but they appear to grin and bear it better than I do. I just want to
escape, which makes me feel like a bad person for wanting to leave.
But there’s more… The Good Ole Boy’s club is more prevalent
here. They tend to congregate in their enclaves of homogeneity. It’s hard to
describe, but you can see it. Let me give you an example. When you try to talk
to one of the good ole boys, they look around as if you’re wasting their time,
and they never make eye contact with you. When you say hello to them in
passing, they may look at you, but will never say hello in response.
The funny thing is that I’m discovering my redneck side
while returning to my metallic roots. I like some Lynard Skynard songs. I think
God made me Asian so I wouldn’t be a redneck. | 
