One day, someone asked me, "Young man, do you crave power?"
I looked at his checked shirt, his thinning hair, and his haggard face.
"Uncle, I don't do drugs."
He laughed.
"Drugs? We're a legitimate institution. Come study computer science. Earning a million a year is no dream!"
"I'd rather you let me do drugs."
Of course, in the end I still chose computer science. Not for any other reason, but because I was confident in myself. I firmly believed I was a computer genius, Alan Turing reincarnated, a tech whiz, and a top computer engineer.
The ideal is full of promise, but reality is harsh.
Mom, I want to go back to selling jianbing.
