day 14 - l'enfant

It's undoubtedly an asian thing, this stoic refusal on the part of adults to acknowledge that children can and might grow up eventually, but koreans have taken it to a unique level. You are a child until that time that you shall be join (incarcerated) in Holy (or well not holy, church didn't come here till the 18 or 19th century) Matrimony.

Yea, that means you could be fifty but unless you got yourself a husband (or wife) and a widdle ring on that finger. you are an infant.

Here we are, those of us in are ancient twenties already moaning about feeling old. Our current society celebrates youth to a astonishing degree. Back in them good old days (oh dont you just love that saying...) it wouldn't have been possible for miley cyrus to pose topless and mussed.

Alas these days, you are no longer in your teens and apperently you are over the hill.

Unless you are in korea where the saying "children should be seen but not heard" is still stronger then ever. and i'm an infant.

There i was sitting there quietly (that much i can do) worrying about jobs, savings, money, future plans. How to manage on my own bluh bluh bluh. and then an aunt (sort of) says "what would baby like to eat?" to my mum. as if i can't speak for myself. Oh i was having a shit day already, but that pretty much killed it for me. before i could stop myself i said "why does EVERYONE keep calling me a baby? do i look like a baby? why does everyone treat me like i'm 5?!"

Mom wasn't pleased, she shot me a look of death, but the aunt (sort of.. its to complicated to get into) laughed and just said that till i got married, i'm just a child. i scowled at that one. specially when i met her adult married daughter. 29 apperently.. acts like she's 14. whiny to her mom, demanding, eats and doesn't clean up after herself though this isn't her house (a cardinal sin in Korea). barely glanced at me, and maybe i looked like evil swamp creature or something. never acknowledged that i exist (actually it's such a korean thing... the cold shoulder thing.. ). She spoke like a baby to her husband (god that creeps me out. how can any self respecting normal straight man want to fuck a baby-like girl?).

So yea, she got her ring on her little whiny ring-finger she gets the adult treatment. i'm callled Agga (which means little one or.. baby, it's a baby's term for baby).

That photo on top? mom's bribe for making me behave and apologise (to another aunt iw as rude to coz she was being annoyingly patronising and a little weird. i lost my temper, my bad). i hated how it's like.. wat u think i'm a child?! i'd take a bribe like that!? but.. she was right. it cheered me up and shut me up. kept me in line for another 36 hours before i felt i was at my wits end again.

i am a child. ffs.