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Who's Got the Funk? Gotta Have the Funk

Peaks and troughs as my Korea E friend says.

I'd say I'm definitely in a trough. A deep, hollow, Grand Caynon-like trough.

I was chatting away to Korea E last night, about various frustrations going on in our current state here, just discussing the roller coaster ride that is living away from home.

Your emotions are so very exaggerated. When things are great and you're happy, you're very very happy. But when things get low, they just seem insurmountable.

It's so very hard to overcome, to understand, why certain cultures act the way they do.

There was a disagreement at work on Monday. In the end, we got what we wanted. But the price was yet again a loss of trust for us in our employers and a lack of understanding why, for something so small, our employers would risk so much.

I realise I'm being vague but I'm not sure details would make it any clearer.

We also had a strange altercation with a taxi driver this morning. He almost ran us over. We almost kicked his car. And besides yelling back and for at each other in different languages, we were not really able to accomplish anything, other than to frustrate ourselves even more.

What's stranger, he followed us, found out where we worked and called our school to enquire details about us. I'm told the road raging taxi driver was fine at the end of the conversation but the fact that we just couldn't have had it out like this:

"Dude, you almost ran us over"

"Well, I'm a Korean driver and just simply go wherever I please! How dare you make kicking actions towards my car"

"Dude, it's a bit frustrating when someone almost breaks your legs"

"Yes, but my flashy black car.."

"F**k you"

"F**k you back"

And then we could have gone our separate ways - because I'm assuming this must be what happens in places like NY or LA where taxis and pedestrians must sometimes disagree. I'm also guessing there would be guns involved so it's technically even safer here to have a fight with a taxi man.

But the main point of all of this that it's not me, it's not Korea, it's not even the dodgy owner or the psycho taxi driverit just IS. This IS just the way IT IS when you live somewhere you are not from.

And so I've got to ride this one out. Not beat up on myself for getting frustrated and just focus on the happy peak that is bound to be around the next corner.

Either that or hop on the next plane home. Slightly melodramatic? No, NOT ME!


kimbirdy said…
Oh man, sorry about your mood:( That really sucks about the taxi driver too...language barriers can be a bitch huh. SEE YOU SOON! mua.

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