Many a day I usually walk around with this look on my face; the blanked spaced-out one. Well, today was one of those days. I just couldn’t get it together. Check out my story. Enjoy!
F. M. Laster
“The best revenge is massive success.” – Frank Sinatra
Black Barbie in No Country for Inspiration
When I first arrived in Korea Land, I thought I would never have enough hours in the day to document my adventures. I mean every day there is something new and exciting to view, learn, and experience. I thought I would overload my senses! Well, it’s been what, close to a month and the newness have worn off.
Now I find it difficult to write. It’s like something weird has happened to me. Have I mellowed out? Leveled out? Am I now a good person? Have I reached enlightenment? Am I no longer a fucking bitchy entitled asshole? Is my privilege showing?
Hell no! I’m still the same bitch as before. What has happened is that I now picked up this really annoying habit of repeating myself in Korea Land. Now I usually try and do my Rain Man performance of repeating short words when in public. Yes, the repetition is as ridiculous as it sounds.
For some reason, I am no longer able to say simplistic English words like, “Yes”, “No”, “Thank you”, or “Please”. Now, I’m sounding like a damn Japanese anime character saying such gems like, “ same, same” , “small, small”, “service, service”, “yes, yes” or “no, no”. You see, this might be necessary if I were using more advanced words and speaking to individuals who aren’t fluent in English when doing this, like my kiddies and my fellow teachers. I am sorry to say that I actually seem to do it more when I’m speaking to other foreigners in Busan. Conclusion? I think I am a bit on the slow side. Who the fuck knows?