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As of a week ago…
There is nothing like an existential crisis to stop you from expressing yourself.
But it’s over now… I’m ‘getting amongst it’.
With varying results.
But whatever, I’m mostly happy, and only a little bit frustrated – I just have to stop procrastinating.
I will do that list of things tomorrow.
Sigh.
“20 or 30?…”
“Excuse me?”, I ask, looking up from my shopping in a dazed manner and into the eyes of the mild mannered, lanky mart attendant with an unconvincing bowl-cut. I am confused.
“20 or 30?”
I look back down to the items he is entering into the computer. I don’t remember asking for cigarettes. Today is the 29th. What then? I glance at the W15,000 in my hand. Eggs? Drinking yoghurt? Centimetres? Whatever concept this boy is trying to quantify, I am miserably failing to understand.
“I’m sorry…” I begin, shrugging my shoulders, too tired to strike up a conversation in my stilted Korean.
He looks at me, cocks his head, and asks;
“Are you 20 or 30?”
My age. He is trying to picture me within the complex social order that binds everyone together in Korea. Or he fancies me. Or my shaven appearance has confused him, as my trips to the mart are almost exclusively undertaken under my disguise as an unshaven, unwashed homeless person. I think I am also still wearing eyeliner.
Embarrassed, I reach for the bananas, an impulse buy;
“20… I’m 20, no, 23… I’m 23″
Lame. And now the moment has passed, there are others waiting, and we fumble together to get my purchases into a black, plastic bag, which has cost me W50.
No free Vitamin C tonics today. It’s after 12, it must have been a week-long promotion.
I am glad that I have finally found someone as ridiculous as me.
She came to my house last night to learn the piano accordion.
After setting back our meeting about 4 times, she finally arrived at 8.
She was late because she bought me a sandwich from our favorite, authentic French patisserie in Shinsa-dong. The only thing was, she had coffee with a friend at one of Korea’s most popular European-fusion bakery franchises, Paris Baguette, and left it on a table.
So, naturally, she bought me a burrito to make up for it.
I never asked for food in the first place, but her hobby is to feed me things, so of course, I’m not complaining.
And as for the piano accordion, she’ll be fine. For a girl with perfect pitch, and who actually enjoys doing cold readings of music, there is really not going to be any problems. Except that she is a small girl, and accordions are practically bestial in their monstrosity. But she enjoys it because it breathes like a real animal, and it gives her a sense of power.
All of a sudden this entry has gotten rather animalistic.
I’m going to the gym…
13 varieties of deep-fried, three dipping sauces and a crispy cajun salad.
(Can they be serious by announcing the fish and chips is only available in the spring season!!)
And yes, I am ignoring the fact that my apartment is slowly filling up with small, red flies.
It is proportionate to the fullness of my scraps bin.
But, I had two types of ice-cream today.
So I win.
This still counts, cause it’s not quite midnight where I am.
Believe it or not, I didn’t forget about you, rather, I have thought about you all day.
You see, I was going to ring home tonight, but I have this problem where I don’t do things, even though I know I should.
It seems that you are my latest victim.
Sorry. It’s no excuse, and I don’t know why I do it, but, there you go.
My gift to you is satisfaction of knowing that I am ridiculous.
You still haven’t told me what you want
I love you.
