If you saw me today, below are a few stories I might share from this week. Or as my sister says, “Joyce, that’s not a story.” So non-stories they are.
I noticed this time around in Seoul that there are many signs that say 마약 (drugs including marijuana, crack, etc.) [insert food name here]. 마약김밥, 마약통닭, 마약 whatever, meaning it’s so good that it’s addictive like the drugs are, I supposed. I was watching the 8 o’clock news when I saw a related segment—in this case, the restaurant actually put 마약 in their food. I laughed out loud a little bit because it was ridiculous. It was a restaurant in Beijing and the police found that they were cooking with the plant that opium comes from.
My youngest aunt tried to call me but realized that she didn’t have my number. When we met up, she asked me to call her so that she could save my number and then I realized that I didn’t have her number either. So we exchanged phone numbers and found out that we did have the numbers already after all—she had me saved under 조이스 (Joyce spelled out in Korean) and so couldn’t find me if she searched for my Korean name and I had my aunt saved under Eemo (aunt in Korean spelled out in English) and so couldn’t find her when I searched aunt in Korean.
We each got a haircut and then I trimmed missed pieces myself with an x-acto knife because I didn’t want to step out of my room for a pair of scissors.
Today I just didn’t want to do anything and kept taking short timed naps on the heat mat and then finally had to get up to go to my gayageum lesson. I walked outside to a relatively mild winter day and thought to myself, “I hate winter.” I spaced out for the rest of my walk to the subway station until I tripped on an area with missing tiles and sort of crumpled on the sidewalk below the stairs. I have a sprain on my ankle now that I hope will heal speedily on its own.
I had a geometry teacher who, if you said “I don’t like math” for example, would say right back, “Math doesn’t like you.”
Does winter hate me back? Maybe so but spring is coming and I love spring (minus my New York allergies, and I’m hoping for a spring mostly free of the harmful fine dust that blows in from China).