Doing Myself Justice

The Catalyst Not so terribly long ago, I met a man who thought he’d cornered the market on bitchiness. “Darling,” he said to me, though between his drawling accent and the copious amount of soju he’d consumed, it sounded more like “daaaaahling”. “Darling,” he said. “You’re the baby of this bunch and you look like … Continue reading

Twelve Friendly Ajummas: How One of the Most Awkward Moments I’ve Ever Had Turned Into One of the Nicest Things That’s Ever Happened To Me

Okay, I’ll be honest, I didn’t count them. There were a bunch. A flock. A gaggle perhaps. Herd conjures some not exactly flattering bovine images, which I’d rather not include. So we’ll just say twelve for now. A few weeks ago now (back before the weather took a turn towards blistering heat and sweltering humidity) … Continue reading

One Week

I have had one wonderful week of holiday. I spent part of the week in Busan, but had a lovely few days in Daejeon as well. Predictably, I shocked a number of people with something about myself. My age, my knowledge of Korean culture, and as always, my penchant for being by myself. I like … Continue reading

Boxing the Baggage

  I’d be a liar if I said it was easy to forgive and forget relationships past. Certainly, there’s a utilitarian part of this. Those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it. If I don’t remember, I’ll keep fucking up in the same mundane, boring, safe, cowardly ways. It’s only when … Continue reading

Why Owning A Smartphone Doesn’t Make Me Stupid

Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of flak about my smartphone, or as it’s sometimes called, my umbilical cord to the internet. A common joke (made at my expense by someone without a smartphone) is “My phone may be stupid, but at least I’m not!” There are lots of reasons why I wanted a smartphone. … Continue reading

Getting Wotsited (Part One)

It started out innocently enough. My colleague mentioned that I’d been having a rough day (or week, or month, or quarter, depending on the specific thing that was bothering me) to her new love interest, whom I’ve taken to calling Mr. Cling due to the (to my mind) excessive number of calls and text messages … Continue reading

Living Without

I still wear the necklace she gave me. Even though we’ve lost touch. Even though she thinks I’m crazy to do the things I do. She was one of the first to call me brave, well before I had even considered it. She wasn’t the first to call me crazy, and if she’s the last, … Continue reading

Somewhere-Else-Sick: Homesickness for the Wanderer

I don’t get homesick. I get somewhere-else-sick, sure. Heartsick, missing something  from my past, nursing a heartache. I used to think it was because I don’t think of myself as having a home, and even when I’m in the place I usually call home, I get somewhere-else-sick. Lately I’ve stopped thinking of myself as lacking … Continue reading

The Blind Bow-Boy’s Buts: Being Single On V-Day

This year, I’m going to be single on Valentine’s Day. I can say that with as much certainty as I can say that the sun’s going to come up tomorrow morning, and the morning after that, which incidentally is the day in question. Wanna know a secret? This is only the second time since I … Continue reading

Cowardice

I was a coward most of the way through school. In a lot of ways, I still am. I’ll readily admit that what “they” think takes up entirely too much of the time I spend thinking about the world. This would be a lot less of an issue if what “they” thought was usually good. … Continue reading