I think people write articles about Korea’s lowest birthrate almost every day; it must be a big issue; otherwise, it’s so boring. Why keep saying the same thing over and over again?
When people ask me what I’m doing or what I’m up to, I say I’m reading. Most of the time, it’s not a book that I’m reading; it’s the comments from Reddit, 4chan, and Instagram. I enjoy reading others’ opinions, and the more there is, the more fun it becomes, especially when there are fights or arguments. People seem to be more brave and courageous when they hide behind a monitor.
Especially when it comes to Korean dog fighting on social media contents, when there’s a selfie of a pretty girl with some cosmetic work done, two types of guys comment. One being a simp and the other being a d!ck. The d!ck pick a fight, claiming she’s ugly, that’s why she did a lot of cosmetic work to get more attention from guys, therefore she’s a s1ut. Then females start to defend her, saying, “You will never be able to $3x a pretty girl, that’s why you are seething, you loser 40 years old virgin smelly single uncle,” and then the guys go, “duck you, you ugly and fat, that’s why you defend her because she’s your wannabe.” Things like this go on almost every pretty girl’s content. And then when there’s a post about Korea’s lowest birthrate, they fight again, females saying “*uck Korean male, patriarchal nonsense piece of shit” and males saying “Korean women, can’t be more superficial and materialistic”, and so on. So, long story short, females and males hate each other so so sooooo much, and the lowest birth rate in Korea is not gonna be fixed anytime soon I feel?
The hate between old and young is extreme too. There was not much visible hate(murder, rape etc) when I visited last year, but I always think that they look so depressed. During my last trip, I harangued mum about how selfish it is for people over 65 years old to take public transportation during peak commute time. They have nothing to do and are living on the Korean version of cenno and super and take advantage: FREE public transportation when you are old. So, they don’t give a sh*t about others who are already suffering from being stuffed in human-packed trains. They could go out trekking, being drunk on a random park, and play baduk and stuff when it’s not peak time like in the afternoon or something. The experience of peak time on subway line 2 in Seoul is horrible; the old people smell, and if you know they are enjoying their late life when you are working your ass off. My mum said, “You think you always stay in your 30s?” I don’t know why other young people hate old people; maybe because they can’t get super like current oldies when they are old because the Korean state pension budget is running out, or merely because they forced them their ideology, Confucianism too much when the world is revolving other way around. Young could think, “What have you guys done and why asking me too much,” but not going to lie, our generation is too fragile and too vulnerable, blaming everything on their mental health, like many people boasting being autistic and having depression and anxiety is like their personality. I am fair; I hate both females and males and old and young. Actually, more on the male and oldie side because they are more logical and wise, sometimes.
L finally came back, and our LDR is over for a short period again. He brought blocks of chocolate from Swiss: milk chocolate with hazelnut, dark chocolate with almond praline, white chocolate with dried strawberry, and I like the white chocolate with dried strawberry in it the most. L shook his head and said, “Oh, how come?” He also brought all the complimentary snacks from the first-class flight, and I’m honestly amazed because I thought business class snacks are already great and first class’s are out of control. The amount and variety of chocolates in the box are 5 times more; there’s Haribo, salted caramel liquorice, nuts, and dried fruit in small glass bottles. I finished it in a few hours, and I believe it’s supposed to? Because that’s why it’s in-flight complimentary snacks, right? L is astonished by my sweet tooth, and I’m again banned from having Swiss chocolates; then why did you even bring them here?
I remember when we went out for the second or third time, I had to read through the drinks menu, only because L did it for so long, and I’ve given the matter careful thought, I said Coke Zero when the waiter asked me what I wanted, L said, “Wow, dating with you will save me a lot of money,” because he didn’t know that I’m gonna spend more on pastries and sweets ke ke ke
Django can’t sleep with me anymore, at least when L is sharing the bed with me. He whined throughout the night, occasionally woofing to signal his presence under the bed. I feel his struggle; he had been my sleeping companion his whole life, and now, a new alpha male has come, making him the second in line. Due to Django’s noise, L couldn’t sleep well either, but I slept well. How hard… it is to have balls.
