她的blog的一段
growing up, a lot of my friends (esp ones at my school) were not the nicest, most well-behaved people. a lot of them were problem children, or were quirky, or just weird. this was because the nice, well-behaved, normal kids always had an easy time finding friends, since they were attracted to other nice, well-behaved, normal kids. they would play normal games and with normal toys and did all the things normal kids did. I, as a math nerd, was never normal, and so none of my friends were normal either. they didn’t do math, but were always somewhat strange in some way-- really shy, tomboyish, obsessed with reading, had a quick temper, or something else. back when there were no such thing as “nerds”, I was just part of that mismatched group of “weird people”.
另一段
I don’t think the word “break” is in my parents’ dictionary— my dad goes on business trips giving talks every single day that he doesn’t have to teach at CMU, and hence is never at home during holidays. my mom has online meetings at midnight and 6am on some days (and like a lot of the rest of the day too) and thus cannot possibly get enough sleep. they both work every hour of the day— we’ve never had family outings or played games or really done anything as a family together, other than when I was really young, because of this. I literally never see my parents do anything for their own pleasure, except for like very occasionally playing a game with my sister, but that’s just to make her happy, not themselves. I know they really care about us, but they also really care about their work, which they’re trying to make the world better through. but the more I think about this the more I realize how wrong it is to do things for my own pleasure.
I should really help my mom with housework or something because she’s so busy, but in the past whenever I’ve tried this she’s always told me to go study instead
