Outside my window this morning, I saw what appeared to be one dragonfly hitching a ride on another dragonfly. I figured this was a pair mating, and dismissed it but later I saw this phenomenon again and again and again. It seems they all mate on the same day.
I went and ate at a nearby place that had two pairs of the gossamer-winged insects shamelessly copulating for everyone and ordered dubu kimchi. (tofu with cooked pork & kimchi) It’s usually quite mild, but this one is hotter than hell, the woman adds so many hot peppers to it. I can never finish it, it’s too much pepper for one sitting. This time other single guys individually came in and ordered their drinks and anju (drinking appetizers) soju with fried potato cake and maekju with dried squid. Sometimes I am blown away by how NOT Korean some Koreans look.
The proprietress was THE most inefficient person on the planet, (for example, getting a man his beer took her three trips – one for the beer, one for the glass, and one for the bottle-opener) she had very little prepped and even had to run to the store to buy tofu, but everyone seemed to have nowhere to go and were in no hurry. I was sad that ordering a cola made her forget to give me mul kimchi like everyone else got, which she ladled out of what seemed to be a refrigerated cooler just for mul kimchi. She seemed to have a brisk take-out order for something she made on an actual short-order-cook griddle. So it took an eternity to wait for a nice moment to ask her to wrap the food to go. Koreans would have yelled for her attention, but I still don’t feel right about doing that. I’ve been here a year and a half and I can’t remember how to say please wrap this to go in Korean. Poja?
When I got home, some boys in my building were outside with butterfly nets, catching dragonflies and saving them in a plastic box, giggling.
I wish I could join them, but I’d spoil their fun.
I think about the boy I love and realize he’s the only person I’ve never wanted to gain anything from. Stupid me, I think I am the tree, of the giving tree, and he is the boy. I fret about how i told him to stop breaking my heart, worried I’ll never hear from him again. Please never disappear.
Anyway, that was my day. Somehow I managed to get nothing accomplished again.