What could go wrong

We are from different race. She doesn’t know my culture, and I don’t know hers. She doesn’t know how to eat using her hand, I’m sure as hell hated using chopsticks. I don’t think I can get along with her family. Hell, I can’t even get along with my family. What will I do in family gathering? Come to think of it, can her family accept me? I don’t even know if my family will accept her. I don’t think my family believe I can guide a girl of different race to our culture, the culture I never like at the first place. My family want me to marry a nice Malay girl, the one that can guide me through what being Malay really is. That’s what make them happy, and I oblige.

She love going out, I love staying in. I hate meeting other people. I think I’m going to hate her friends too. She always went out with her friends, partying, doing god knows what. I hate parties. I hate crowd. I just want to Netflix and chill, by myself. I’m going to bore her to death. She doesn’t want to live the life I live. But that’s just the way I am. The way I always knew. 

She’s hardworking, I’m lazy like a sloth. She can’t seem to sit still, she always doing something, be it big or small, she’s doing it. I love doing nothing. I love the quiet, the peace in the void of nothingness. Not the kind of guy she had in mind to ever end up with.

She live a healthy lifestyle. I don’t, at all. YOLO, as the kids says. I’m not here for a long time, I’m here for a good time. She eats brown rice with steam chicken. Just the thought of it made me lose my appetite. Put anything in my food, as long as it tastes good. I don’t care. But she does. It’s her thing. My thing is oily food, cigarettes and couch surfing. She doesn’t do any of that.

Miscommunication. She speaks good English. My English as good as a preschooler. I don’t think she will understand what I’m trying to say, that will lead to a lot of fights later. I hate fighting. I rather avoid it at all cost, and for that, I rather to keep it to myself. Communication is the key of any relationship and if I can’t get that sorted out, might as well not to get in one anytime soon.

Friends. We have truly two different sets of friends. I mentioned I might hate her friends, this is the reason why. I don’t think she can get along with my friends, and vice versa. My friends are your typical Malay dudes who talk nothing else other than girls, sports and politics. Her friends are the most hype, modern, outgoing people I’ve ever met. We will have nothing to talk about. We going to have a really hard time blending in with one another, me and her. She loves her friend to bits, and I don’t want to put her through that. My poker face is not that good. She’ll know, and she will be heartbroken.

That said, if chance presence itself, will I still do it? Will I still get into a serious relationship with her? You bet your socks I will.  I’m willing to go through all of that, as long as I go through it with her, and only her. She will make it all worthwhile, because she’s the best there is and I love her. For better or worse.