Laptop Story

As most of you are probably aware, I spilled water on my laptop in June which was just one of a string of traumatizing events which I detailed in other posts. At the time I was recovering from a string of anxiety attacks brought on by the sudden disappearance of a guy whom I’d been seeing, which amounted to betrayal in my somewhat innocent (or rather, up to then, lucky) experience with men. As I was struggling with sadness, anger, and disbelief, I spent most of my free time watching the few palatable shows available to me on Netflix in this are of the world, and I ended up trying out the Anne of Green Gables remake at that time. It was part-way through the first episode that it happened—my 2L water bottle fell over, taking a bowl of instant ramen with it, onto the keyboard portion of my laptop. The power immediately cut and although I sopped up what I could, what had been done had been done. The next night I took it to an authorized Apple repair center in Myeongdong, where they spoke English well enough for me to understand perfectly that the repair costs for this particular strain of damage would amount to 1.2 million won as the base charge, with other possible charges for other “surprise” repairs that they couldn’t anticipate now. They said I needed to replace the logic board and keyboard component. If you don’t know your won to USD conversion rates, that’s basically a $1000(+) repair.

I went home feeling conflicted. I wanted to be angry and upset, but the logical part of my brain wouldn’t allow that: every time I came close to feeling something like frustration it turned into resignation, because I knew it was my fault. I’d made a mistake and this was the price.

Over what would turn out to be a very long and comically complicated process, I ended up sending the laptop to my dad in California. His company has branches in Seoul, so rather than try to ship via Fed Ex for $200+ I traipsed down to Guro-gu, handed off the laptop to a complete stranger who had agreed to help me send it via company shipment to my father’s company branch in California, and paid $0.

In the end the laptop didn’t end up getting shipped with the company shipment at all. A manager from my father’s branch who happened to know the situation went to Seoul on business, and met the guy I left my laptop with. The laptop exchanged hands, and when the manager went back to the States he acted as courier. This all happened in kind of secret, with no updates from the Seoul guy or the CA branch manager, so when the manager suddenly appeared one day bearing the laptop, it was a total what…? moment for my dad, which continued for him after he opened it to see that I’d used clothing for packing material (what’s a girl with an excess of clothes and no idea where to buy bubble wrap to do…?).

After that it gets weirder. I don’t want to go into details but I ended up not paying ANYTHING NEAR $1000 for the repair. Not anything near it. I found that out on my birthday, which was the best gift I could have received. Hearing that the laptop’s logic board, keyboard component and battery had been replaced at NOTHING near the estimated cost.

The problem was now getting it back to me in Seoul. It took a long time to try to figure out how to send it (valuable object, insurance, customs fees, etc) and in the end Dad ended up shipping it via USPS. USPS “returned” it to him because there was a lithium battery STICKER on the box (not because of the actual battery). But to find out why it was returned and even exactly WHERE it was returned took over an hour on the phone with the post office and even when he got ahold of them, they were all confused as to what happened too. He ended up having it re-shipped and escalating the case to the point where he might even receive a refund for the shipping cost. I’m not saying that would make all of this free… but…. maybe I am.

The laptop reached the Incheon Airport Customs on Saturday. I know this because they sent me a mysterious text at that time. It told me the package had arrived and I had to fill out a request for it to be processed. There was a link to the customs website, but no directions on how to even find the application on the site and search though I did, I couldn’t find it. I gave up at the time (it was Saturday) and decided to ask my coteacher for help when I got to work on Monday.

So when I asked her for help, even she couldn’t figure out what to do. We spent a day trying to figure it out between class preparation and somehow made it until Wednesday before there was time to start calling people. First we tried calling the number the text had come from. But they said it wasn’t the right number to call in this case and gave us another number. After calling that number my coteacher was able to find the form online and help me fill it out. We submitted it and I got a text the next day telling me that I could receive my package within a day or two. Which confused me.

Because this whole time I’d been expecting to get an invoice for the customs tax and suddenly there was no word about it… During this time the mailman had also been attempting to deliver a “letter” from the international mail center during the middle of the day to my home (which apparently I had to receive in person) so I also had to have my coteacher call him and explain that I was at work at 12.30PM on every week day, and to change the delivery address to the school…

So by the time I get the letter, it’s Friday at lunch time. The mailman comes to find me in my office and I have a proudly flawless conversation with him in Korean, open the letter, and see that it’s a paper copy of the exact same application I already filled out online the day before… no sign of a bill anywhere.

Then I get a call around 3PM from the mailman who’s delivering a package. I’ve ordered a pair of pants online so I assume that’s what he’s calling about since he texted me earlier to tell me he’d be delivering it that day. I ask him to leave the package outside the house (which they usually do) and think no more of it until I get home and discover that he not only delivered the pants but also the laptop.

I can see that the box has been opened and resealed by customs because of the re-packaging tape and I can barely even believe that the laptop will be in there, so I’m nervous until the second I see it and pull it out of the box and confirm it’s mine and it’s working. By this time it’s been over two months since the water / ramen accident in the first place.”

As a writer, I depend on my computer. All of my story notes and half-written poems are in here and before I didn’t have it I never even thought twice about the ability to look back on all of that while I was trying to make new writing. But not having it, I would be walking on the street and suddenly have inspiration for a scene from the novel I’ve been writing for five years and then realize that I couldn’t write it into the never-ending Scrivener file and then I’d just store the inspiration away in my mental file. Luckily I often remember story ideas more than other things I file away, so I’ve been able to write a rough outline of that scene already, and I’ve only had the laptop back for just over two days.

While FaceTiming with Dad about this, how nice it would be to get the laptop back and not have to worry about it anymore and the absolute fiasco that went into getting it back to me, he paused and said “and DON’T—”

He didn’t even have to finish. “I know,” I said, ashamed. “I won’t.”


채식주의자 도대체 뭐예요

채식주의자 종류

  • 비건: 고기, 해산물, 유제품, 계란, 동물성 식품을 전혀 안 먹는 (김치도 안 먹는 그 만큼 정도로) 사람. 동물성 제품도 (예: 가죽, 콜라겐, 등) 절데 사용하지 않음.


  • 베지테리언: 고기, 해산물, 동물성 식품을 먹지 않는 사람. 계란, 유제품을 먹을 수도 있음. 동물성 제품은 가끔씩만 사용하고 필요할 때는 신경 많이 써요.


  • 페스카테리언 (pescatarian): 베지테리언과의 차이점은 해산물을 먹는거에요.


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씩씩하게 잘 지내고 있다


A couple days ago, I told my ex-boyfriend not to contact me again.

This was after two weekends ago, when I spent another weekend with him after his girlfriend broke up with him again. This time I stayed with him longer, from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. I contacted him periodically throughout the past two weeks to check on what was happening. Then two days ago, knowing that he would join an English academy at the beginning of July and he wasn’t confident in his abilities, I decided to buy him a gift that might be useful to him during his studies.

So I made my way to the big bookstore at Jonggak station, about a 20 minute subway ride from my home, and bought him a Calvin & Hobbes comic book and various, inexpensive stationery items. I texted him when I got home to ask him if he’d have time to meet briefly the next night or Friday night. I didn’t tell him I wanted to meet in order to give him something.

He replied to say he’d probably be busy and still at his company and asked me if anything was wrong. So I said no, I just wanted to meet him for a moment.

That’s when he told me they’d gotten back together again. That his life these days was 70% work and 30% girlfriend. So when he had a bit more free time he’d contact me first and we could have a beer together at that time.

Twice broken up, twice back together. I realized he must have had the same kind of pull on her as he has on me. She’d been trying to break up but it wasn’t working. And I realized he was going to keep using me whenever he felt like it without any regard for my feelings or the fact that both times he needed me I dropped everything I was doing and went to him; he was going to keep using me despite the fact that he knew I still had feelings for him.

So on Tuesday night I typed out a quite lengthy and candid text and sent it off after considerable hesitation. I care for him and didn’t want to sever ties with him. I’m not sure exactly why he has this kind of effect on me, but even knowing he’s selfish, more selfish than almost anyone else I’ve ever met, I didn’t want to lose him. But I’d finally had it; realized when I felt sad at the news a second time that he wouldn’t have time to meet me anymore that I had to end it and get him out of my realm of expectation.

So I wrote the message and sent it. He took about an hour to read it and respond. When he responded he said three sentences (in response to my thirty or more). 미안해. 내가 힘들어서 의지를했는데 그게 너에게 상처였구나..씩씩하게 잘 지내 bro.

It’s almost impossible to translate the infuriating tone of this message… but basically it says this: “Sorry. I was having a hard time so I depended [on you] but [I see/I guess] that was a wound for you [that was hard for you].. Bravely/valiantly be well, bro.”

This was his response to a message in which I explained these things quite clearly: 1) I had wanted to be a friend to him and I had been glad to help him when he needed it but 2) seeing him say that he’d decided to get back together with his girlfriend AGAIN made me realize the extent to which he wasn’t considering me at all especially since 3) I’d told him the last time we met that I still had feelings for him and he’d told me he knew that and that this was my chance to see him again and that he wanted me and not any of the other girls who were contacting him, but now I realized he didn’t care about me at all and didn’t think about me at all when he didn’t need me. So 4) because he was using me in a way that real friends don’t use their friends, I couldn’t take it anymore and 5) even though I was sorry to lose him like this, I told him not to contact me when he breaks up again.

So when he says “I guess that was a wound for you” the first thing that’s maddening about it is that it’s a completely selfish response. How many sentences had I written to him to painstakingly explain exactly how I felt and exactly why? That he was a precious person to me but I knew I wasn’t a precious person to him? That I just accepted his selfish behavior because I wanted him to be in my life but now I can’t accept it anymore because I just realized exactly how selfish it was and exactly how little he valued me and exactly how he was manipulating me because he knew I still had feelings for him and that I would drop everything to be with him when he needed it?

His response to me has the tone of “well, I was really hurting at that time so I needed you, so sorry if you couldn’t handle that.” Like when a kid hurts their friend’s feelings and then says “sorry if you got your feelings hurt” because he can’t realize or accept responsibility or recognize that what he did was wrong and thinks it’s his friend’s problem for being weak or too sensitive.

My dad had told me before, when I told him I’d met J again after the first time, that J wouldn’t change, despite my hope for him. Seeing his “apology” made me realize this was true. It’s the first time since I met J last August that I just gave up on him. Realized what kind of person he continues to be, even knowing the effects he has on others.

Because his response made me angry I replied again, explained again what the problem was, told him he shouldn’t apologize at all if he doesn’t do it sincerely, and asked him why he was refusing to understand me. Of course, it was a rhetorical question. I knew he wouldn’t respond again and he probably is not even capable of figuring out why. And because I knew it was probably the last message I would ever send him, I told him again that I meant everything I’d said in the last message and that I’d always care for him.

It’s probably incomprehensible to those of you who understand my situation or know more about J’s history with me. Why would I care for him? When he called me to him after his girlfriend broke up with him a mere seven months after he broke up–quite meanly–with me? And not only did this once but did this twice? When he knew that I still had feelings for him (because I told him) how could he use me that way and how could I still care for him after all of this?

I don’t know. He asked me several times if I felt pity for him and that was the reason I cared for him. I told him it wasn’t pity but in the end, asking that question again now to myself, I’m not sure. I had always felt like there needed to be someone in his life who loved him unconditionally, who didn’t ask him for favors in return or give love as repayment for something. I looked at his life and saw a lack of something and wanted to make up for that. And I enjoyed the good parts of him while trying to understand and soften up the selfish, insecure, or mean parts of him; I did this while dating him and while trying to be his friend this past month.

But if he refuses to change and continues to use me as it suits him without any response to me in the direction I was trying to guide him, there’s no excuse anymore. I can’t make a difference in his life. And he certainly just causes me grief in mine.

Part of me wants to contact his girlfriend, tell her to leave him for good. She already wants out. She tried two times. J has some kind of poisonous charm; he’s capable of taking love (though not responding to it) but not capable of giving it back, and yet despite that, he seems so loveable when you’re around him. As a woman to another woman, I want to help her. I want to tell her what J did to me and reconfirm what she already knows: that he’s not good for her, either.

But I know it’s not my place and none of my business. And I know part of that desire to see them break up arises from a desire in me to see J punished, abandoned by more women he uses for his own pleasure and comfort and happiness but whose true value I’m sure he’s never even tried to imagine. I don’t want him to be happy and rewarded for living the way he’s living or other women to suffer because of him.

People say that with time you feel better and with time the feelings fade. But other people aren’t like me. From what I’ve heard of other people’s experiences there are only a few others I know who brood like me, who live in their head like me, whose feelings are so overwhelming and persistent like mine. So I’ve always felt that although this is true, time passes and makes things better, this advice is somewhat misplaced in my case. I’m always worried about yeah but what do I do in the meantime? I mean moment to moment as I’m struggling to make myself get out of bed in the morning or trying to fall asleep at night or trying to teach a class when the thought of all of it suddenly crashes down into me and I can’t avoid it…

Interacting with the students helps me a bit. I spend half my time observing them and hoping fervently that they never know the pain, frustration, confusion, and upset that I know and that nobody ever treats them like people have treated me, and half of my time laughing at their dumb jokes or envying their pre-prescribed, somewhat predictable worries. Then I remind myself that I have no idea what they’re going through and I should be thankful that I have enough reason in me to battle with the feelings I suffer because of the carelessness and selfishness of other people and that in the realm of things, my worries and wounds are probably comparable to theirs. Whenever I pass them in the hallway I smile at them and whenever they greet me I greet them back brightly; not that I want to hide what I’m going through, but it just becomes natural to do this, to shed some of what I’m dealing with and face what’s in front of me.

But then between classes or during free periods when my mind has time to roam I find myself back in the same place. This is what I mean: what do I do right now?

The same Korean girlfriend who told me before that I should treasure myself and help myself as much as I help others recently asked me to meet with her once a week to speak with her in English. We’ve planned for Thursday afternoons. I’ve also taken it upon myself to join a gym. The birth control I started to control my PMS symptoms has made me gain a bit of weight, and besides that, the occasional bouts of anxiety that rack through my system are something I’ve heard exercise can abate. My fear of well-built, my-age Korean men is about to become a fear I face quite often. Even just going to the gym to consult about prices and see the facilities was nerve-wracking as I draw quite a lot of attention by walking in anywhere and on top of that this place was full of men.

I’m travelling to the clinic today to consult with the doctor about my side effects; I’m thinking of asking her to switch me to something else, but I’ve heard before that some effects go away after a few months and it’s worth it to stick it out.

Why is everything a waiting game….?


I once wrote a poem titled “Advice for Those Who Don’t Know How,” which was advice from a fire about how to become fire. Admittedly I can’t file that under the “Lily’s Real World Advice” tab but I think I can take that poem’s title and write a book filled with real actual advice that nobody would read because nobody ever listens to me or understands what I’m trying to say anyway. But for all that, I think I give pretty good advice. Whether or not someone accepts what I say is their prerogative, but I like to think that in real life and in dealing with other people I’m a good mixture of logic and emotional reasonableness, which is a good combination for troubleshooting and advice-giving.

And in my experience, most people are really bad at giving advice. Incapable of or unwilling to think outside of their own realm of experience and understanding into someone else’s, they spew meaningless axioms and empty pre-packaged condolences which, quite opposite of having the intended effect of cheering someone up, usually have the opposite of making them feel responsible for something they weren’t responsible for, or feeling worse than they were before they said anything, or feeling sorry they shared their story at all.

Particularly when it comes to giving emotional support, sometimes nothing needs to be said. No oh you deserve better’s or he’s such a tool’s. No you’ll find someone who’s good to you someday’s. These are all meaningless things to say.

Why? Because the person you’re comforting already knows that. They already know they don’t deserve to be treated poorly. They already know he’s not a great guy. That’s not why they told you what they told you.

They told you what they told you because they’re feeling horrible now and they need you as a friend to support them emotionally. That doesn’t mean telling them that they didn’t deserve to be treated like that and the guy that they sincerely, truly had feelings for is just a bad guy. By saying things like that, you can actually burden your friend with accusation: why did you have true feelings for a shithead like that? Why would you let yourself be treated that way? That’s what you’re saying when you say you don’t deserve to be treated like that and he’s a tool anyway. You don’t mean that, but that’s the message.

Trust your friend. You don’t need to point out “the lesson” in all of the mess. As time passes, your friend will figure out whatever they need to know. And if they don’t, they will the next time something happens. You’re not your friend’s parent. Parents are the ones who are supposed to make sense of the lessons in the bad things that happen for their children because children are experiencing things for the first time and their brains aren’t fully formed so they literally have no way of connecting all the dots. But don’t patronize your friend by saying pre-packaged things that you’ve heard before. There’s a time and a place for “you deserve better” and that’s pretty much only when your friend says to you “I don’t know if I deserve better.”

So then what can you say?

I’m sorry that happened to you. If you ever need to talk more about it, I’m here. And you know what? You’re going to be okay.

And then give them a big hug, and listen to whatever more they have to say, if anything. And give them space if they need it.

I forget the exact quote, but I recently read something that said something like this: as everyone’s inner writer begins to emerge, as is inevitable, listeners and our ability to listen will disappear.

I was horrified when I read this the first time. I read it again and again. And then I realized that it’s already happened and we’re already living in that world. We’re all making noise and creating output but how many of us are actually listening to what other people say? How many of us are actually thinking about our friend’s real situation, real emotions, and real needs before we respond? Isn’t it more like well, this is bad, and I know I need to say something in a bad situation, so well, here are these words that I think fit the bill?

I didn’t think about it in the term “listener” before I read this quote, but one of the qualities that really attracts me in a friend or a partner is that capacity to listen. To really hear me. To try  to understand me. When I speak, be it with close friends, new friends, or whomever, I’ve usually flensed it down to what I really want to say. I sometimes think out loud, but I’m saying something. I’m not just making noise. So the people who tilt their head slightly and nod while I’m saying something, or who watch my face as they interpret what I mean, or who ask me questions about something I said earlier… all of my best friends are people like that and everyone I have a meaningful connection with is that way. I think everyone is capable of listening. We’re just so used to having the flip switched to output that we forget to switch it back. Or we’ve already been saturated with information throughout the day, so we don’t want to take in anymore.

Really listening to someone has become an effort for some reason. There’s a Charles Baxter essay about the listening habits of characters in contemporary literature compared to the classics or even modernists: before the contemporary period, characters always listened to each other and understood each other when they were speaking. If they didn’t understand, they asked for clarification. If they didn’t like something someone said, they challenged them. In contemporary literature there’s a sudden decline in understanding between characters, there’s a sudden increase of distractedness, of “what?”s and misconstruction of information.

Be a listener. Notice things. Let things matter. And treat your friends right when they need you. Don’t rely on stock phrases to provide comfort or advice or speak heedlessly when there’s no need.

Some Updates

As a date that I’d planned for tomorrow night falls through for a reason I’m not sure whether or not to believe…I’m still not feeling well. This guy and I had been chatting for about a week, had planned to meet this Friday… and suddenly he texts me at 2.30 AM today (Thursday) to tell me he can’t meet. When I ask why, he says he lost his wallet, so we’d have to meet next time (later).

I try to believe him. But I ask my friend what she thinks and she confirms my fears: it sounds like an excuse. He could have borrowed money from someone. He’s probably just not interested anymore.

Before recent events in my life I wouldn’t have been able to believe that someone who was talking to me yesterday and confirming plans to meet two days later would suddenly, without warning, and without good reason cancel a date, but based on how guys have been treating me lately, it doesn’t seem all too impossible now. He wanted to meet me as of yesterday morning when we spoke and yet suddenly at 2.30 AM the next morning he can’t meet me anymore. He says that he’d meet me later, and he hasn’t unmatched me on the site we met on, but I guess it’s only a matter of time until that happens.


When I told this same friend about what happened with J last weekend and I wondered to her why guys were treating me so meanly, she asked me if it was really only the guys who were doing something wrong? I asked her if she thought I’d done something wrong, then, and she said that there is a reason guys like J know I will go to him in this situation… even though it was him who did the wrong thing, and who always did the wrong thing, I still continue to go to him; I tell him sure, contact me whenever when really, I’m hurting; I let the guy who cancelled on me get away with his excuse by giving him the benefit of the doubt; I was willing to be friends with H again even though he lied to me and disappeared on me; all of that, and other things, I make those choices…

At first I admit I was annoyed when she said that men weren’t the only ones doing something wrong. Though I haven’t always, as I’ve grown up more and experienced more I’ve tried to make a conscious effort to treat others well, to respect them, to give them all the information and support I can; I try to be good to people. I make an effort to do the right thing for other people.

While we were in the middle of our conversation, I had to go to teach a class, but when I came back to my desk I saw the message waiting for me:

언니가 좀더 자기자신 아끼면 좋겠어, 남들을 도와주고 싶은 만큼, 언니 자기자신을

I can’t translate this perfectly, but it’s something like this:

I wish you’d treasure your own self a bit more; to the same extent that you want to help others, you’d think of yourself

Although I’d just come back from teaching a moment earlier, I burst into tears as soon as I saw the message and knew she was right, even though I’d been slightly peeved at her earlier words.

I’ve always known that J is a selfish person. Even when we were dating, I knew what he was like. I also know that he has never encouraged me in my pursuits, he’s never been sincerely interested in my hopes or dreams… but when he was facing a breakup with his girlfriend with whom he was still in love, he could still find it within himself to tell me that if he couldn’t manage to get into a community college in the States that I’d have to marry him; he could still find it in himself to pepper me with questions about my lovelife (which I avoided by shrugging them off or answering vaguely); he could still find it in him to sing songs about lost love in Norebang in front of me; he could still ask me to meet him at all.

I know he’s selfish and he doesn’t care whether or not my feelings are hurt; whether the wounds he’s given me have healed yet or not; what I’m thinking now as he continues with his girlfriend after asking me to meet him sometimes when I had free time.

Misung said something else; that living abroad is so lonely, and it’s so hard to meet people, and it’s especially so hard to meet someone who likes you sincerely that you start thinking it’s a good idea just to meet with any guy… her friends who lived abroad told her the same thing. And she told me that even if I had met casually with the guy who cancelled on me, I’m so lonely now that I’d still probably end up giving him my heart…

I’ve thought a lot about whether or not I’m lonely, whether lonely is the right word. Part of me rebels against it as a name for what I feel because I don’t feel the feverish, unbearable suffering I used to feel when I was in college when I identified that feeling with loneliness; but there’s simply a lack of friends here and that combined with the desire to have a relationship with someone, I guess that creates what can be called loneliness. When I told my co-teacher Carrie what happened with H (disappearer) and J (ex-bf) she told me that she wanted to find a nice guy for me; I appreciated her sincerity, but I also realized I don’t have any real hope anymore of meeting someone while I’m here.

Korean culture isn’t set up with any kind of social mechanism that can hold people accountable for their actions towards the foreigners they meet online; I can’t go tell all H’s friends what he did to me, so they’ll never know, and he gets to just continue to live his life happily while I sit over here and seethe about it, and get sad about it, and want to throw things at the wall and sleep for a hundred days because of it… I wish that I could just brush it off, I wish that I could just say you know what, goodbye, J, and goodbye, H. And goodbye date-cancelling boy. (Although in the latter-most’s case he did let me know and he did apologize, even if when I asked him why he gave a lame excuse.) You guys weren’t kind to me. So I do not need to care anymore about you.

The thing is, I know I don’t deserve to be treated like that. Everyone says that to me. Oh, you don’t deserve to be treated like that. I always want to say–do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I think I deserve to be treated like a disposable? But then I get to thinking, what difference does it make if I think I deserve to be treated poorly or not if I still let people treat me poorly…?

So I can forget about H. I still get sad; I think about it and hate that it happened and feel sick about it for a moment, but the moment passes. I know that in time, as long as he doesn’t drop back unexpectedly into my life… I’ll be able to get over this one without a lot more difficulty.

But with J… I think it means I have to tell him it’s too difficult for me to contact him again. I have to ask him to wait a long time, to give me time. I don’t want to cut ties with him completely, and I’m not sure why. But I guess that to be fair to myself I have to be honest with him about what I’m really feeling right now.


Last week I bribed one of my lower-level third-year classes into participating in a game with the lure of bringing snacks for them to eat in their next class, which was today. Students had to participate in pictionary to receive their snacks. This class is usually dead quiet save four or five regular participants, and it’s kind of a painful period for everyone, including me, because I know they don’t like studying and I know the book’s level is too hard for them and they might even be interested in me or what I have to say but they can’t understand me so the feeling in there is always just kind of depressing. I do my best with the materials and bring in supplements when I can, but because I don’t create the tests, I don’t always have a say in what material I need to cover. Anyway, because this class time is so miserable and students seem so helpless in it–I can tell they want to speak English well and they want to understand me but the lesson material is just too high-level–I kind of just assumed those students don’t like me.

Not that they hate me or have anything against me personally. I would just kind of think they think of me and their stress is triggered or something. Of course, today when I lugged in my bag full of snacks and put it down on the podium in front of them, they were all smiling and burst into applause. Not for me but because they knew they were going to get to eat soon. And they participated quite well in the pictionary game; I guess the lure of choosing snacks before other classmates is effective.

Anyway, a student who isn’t there half the time because I think she’s usually in the “discipline area” (I’ve never asked for more specifics on what that means…) during class time, and who hardly ever participates and who generally looks like she’s having a miserable time… today after receiving her snack called out to me– “Lily”–I was standing near her desk to watch the drawing activity students were creating on the board–and gave me a cookie from the packet that she’d earned, with a little smile.

I’m not sure why–but I was moved.



The English Speaking Class for teachers have made plans to go out to a nearby pub and hold class today. While usually while drinking with someone for the first time I limit myself to a beer or a half a beer, I think today I might get a couple and just try to enjoy their company. We always have a fun time in class together no matter the subject and we’ve discussed enough of our ideas about sensitive topics (though I plan to move us on into the political ideology topics next week…which will be the true test) that we know each other quite well. There’s a mix of personalities and ages in the class, but because the topics I usually choose for discussion are so general, we usually find some common points that we didn’t know we shared before. I’m hoping that today goes well and we can take some photos and that I can get their permission to post their photos here in a separate blog post later.

I also have plans to meet Misung tomorrow night for dinner (since the date fell through, at least one good thing is happening) and another female friend I met through a language exchange app on Sunday for lunch. I will also have to enact the long-avoided and well-overdue deep cleaning of my apartment that I’ve been so good at not doing on Saturday, so I have enough to keep me distracted for now.

Without my laptop, it’s been a little difficult because with all of this emotion lately I’ve been feeling like writing more. I was writing a lot of poetry during the month of May, and reading a lot of it too; but with everything that happened I suddenly stopped writing. There’s a stationery store across the street from my apartment that I usually try to avoid out of pity for the super-skinny my-age guy who works there who always looks like he’s about to pass out when he sees me enter the front door despite my never having forced him to speak a single word of English to me… but I guess I’ll have to go there and get a proper diary, seeing as I destroyed my other one.

Speaking of the laptop, my dad helped me figure out a way to get it home via a Seoul-based office of his company, so on Monday evening I have plans to take it there, drop it off, and pray that I can trust that it finds its way to Irvine, California intact enough to get the SSD extracted and data secured.


I can see that a few people regularly check the blog page but I’m not sure who you are. If you’re reading this, and you know me or you don’t, I’d just like to say that I’m okay. I’m fine. I’ve just got a lot to deal with and writing is the only way I know how. Other people might play violent games on their phones all day and then when you talk to them, you’d never know they were hurting. But I deal in words, so I always say it when I’m hurting. So it’s very clear to other people. And that might skew the proportion, because I don’t write about really happy things as much.

I think there are two reasons for this: firstly, my natural scale of possible emotion is naturally tilted away from the happy and bright; and two, lately, a very very strange set of circumstances have all piled up on me at once, and I have no other way to deal with the emotion that brings on but writing. Right now because I don’t have my computer, some things I would usually just journal about in my never-ending Scrivener document, I’m posting on this blog although they normally might not make it past my journal.

A lot of these experiences have been new for me and have been unpalatable learning experiences. I’m naturally trusting and naturally honest in relationships, so when I encounter dishonesty and people who prove to be untrustworthy, it’s not possible for me to understand and it kind of triggers a series of short circuits in my processor, whatever strange conglomeration of my brain and heart that may be. So this blog has recently become a place where I kind of try to repair those circuits but in doing so I expose the damage.

So I’m just saying… There are a lot of other non-shorted circuits that just don’t make it into view.


4 June 2017 (Sun): The guy I’ve  been contacting and meeting occasionally for just under a month suddenly, without explanation, disappears

5 June 2017 (Mon): I take sick leave from work after lunch

6 June 2017 (Tues): Memorial day (no work)

        I send him an email that I don’t expect he will read

        I spill water on my laptop, ruining it

7 June 2017 (Wed): early morning, I receive a response to the email

      I have the damage to my laptop appraised and it’s bad.

   Late night, I respond again, but this time thinking he’ll read it, though still not expecting another response

8 June 2017 (Thurs): early morning, I receive a text from an unknown number that says only “Hi” so I respond, thinking it might be the guy who disappeared. But then I find that the person has contacted a wrong number. However, even when they find out, they ask if we can be friends to exchange language. I say no. They insist. I ignore the later message “can I talk with u for a bit?”

     Afternoon, I visit the gynecologist and my uterus and ovaries get a clean bill of health. I’m prescribed birth control to manage PMS symptoms.

9 June 2017 (Fri): my spirits are back up, no anxiety to battle with, feeling ok about things.

     The wrong number person texts me again: “I wanna be ur Korean friend.”

     I block the number.

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