Day 8 - More of the Fall

I haven't exactly felt entirely healthy in awhile now, but since the flight i've felt just a teeny bit worse. Muscles ache.. either from the airport heavy lifting (can't very well let mom do the baggage wrestling can i?) or maybe i have a cold.

Mouth feels as if i just rinsed it out with acid. A spot of uber painful whiteness on my tongue and that right wisdom tooth is making it's presence known.

I did NOT want to do anything today except maybe HIDE. I hate being patronised. As in i despise it. Years of condescending ill treatment at the hands of a drunke lunatic who turned out to be even more of an idiot then i was has conditioned me to hate when people look down on you simply because they can.

Family. They mean well, they truly do, but i can't figure out why they treat me like i'm 8. I dont think i look 8, maybe i dont look 24, but i dont look 8. I dont talk like an 8 year old. i dont walk like one. i dont particularly act like an 8 year old even if at times i have to pretend to be relatively innocent to the world i live in...

It's impossible to argue with them however. Cousin was being Uber nice. I showed him my flickr photos, trying to get him to understand WHY I might take pictures of things OTHER then family and friends. He seemed to understand and he took me to a buddhist temple nearby. He did insist on taking photos of me, but didn't bat an eyelid when I grabbed pictures of other things. Like those trees above. Same species, but completely different colours. Dont you just Love the fall?

He was a little overly solicitous for my wellbeing... granted i am a pretty awful fumblefoot, but I haven't tripped once yet. To say thank you though, I made spaghetti. He's the only one who appreciated it. Koreans can be so inured into their own way of life that they can't appreciate another. Eating without chopsticks is a cardinal sin. Yet dear older bro said he liked it. Thats something.