Recently a friend of mine, also from the States, was waiting for me in the lobby of my apartment complex. It was in the evening. (That's when the friendly security guard is on duty.) They struck up a conversation while waiting. My friend sent me a message that he was waiting for me downstairs.
As I approached the lobby I could see that they were talking. The security guard was duly impressed with my friend's ability to fluently speak Chinese.
Here, a slight background about my friend and why he speaks so well. He has a love for language and an open mind for trying it out. He has lived in Taiwan for a little longer than I have and even works with Taiwanese in a professional setting. That is, he is communicating in Chinese at a high-level day in and day out.
Back to the story:
My friend turns to greet me. I wave greetings to the security guard and my friend, whereupon the guard makes the anticipated comments of praise about the foreigner's fluent and quite normal-sounding Chinese. "Yes, yes," I say in Chinese. "He is very good," I continue in Chinese.
Then the guard, nice guy, but this sort of thing happens to me frequently and gets under my skin and always has, remarks about my Chinese ability. "His Chinese," pointing at me, "is not good," he chuckles.
Yes, that's true. My Chinese is not good. But why must we compare? I suppose I should have a better attitude about it. I should let it in one ear and out the other, especially given my attitude toward learning it. I decided that I would no longer try to acquire it, rather I would maintain and get along.
It goes deeper than that really, but that's a story for another time.