And another weekend draws to a close.
Spending time in bars, more often alone than not, provides ample opportunity for introspection and observation. I’ve mentioned before my growing sense of disconnection from the Korea life I’ve lived. Several old time friends have departed recently and I’m not really putting forth much effort to make new ones. Seems I’ve become the proverbial old man living with his memories of happier times.
Well, obviously whatever isolation I’m experiencing is largely of my own making. I’ve gotten better at being alone and the truth is I don’t really have the patience or willingness to allow someone to intrude into the relative peace and safety of the solitary confinement I’ve constructed. It’s not the life I had imagined, but its good enough. For now, anyway.
Anyway, don’t mistake this meditation as me feeling sorry for myself. I’m actually quite optimistic about the future. A future in which I put 12 years in Korea behind me. I think what prompted this thinking was encountering some other folks this weekend who seem to be struggling with their own versions of isolation, remorse, and hopelessness. In a city of 13 million there are bound to be many lonely and empty lives on display. It still makes me sad to see though.
Having said that, I had a pretty fine (and drunken) Saturday night hanging out with my nephew Justin and my communist friend Choonae.
After reaching the appropriate level of inebriation I suggested we abandon Shenanigans and make our way up Hooker Hill for a visit to the oldest bar in Itaewon, Grand Ole Opry. Justin and Choonae were drunk enough to agree and so off we went.
Choonae had never been to a country Honky Tonk so it was interesting to see her reaction. She’s also quite a dancer (Salsa being her specialty) and she was fascinated watching folks do the Texas two-step and Country Swing dances. She stood beside our table and emulated the footsteps involved. And after one particularly good dancer (a Korean gentlemen) returned to his seat with his date, Choonae walked over and asked him to show her how to dance. He did, and she picked it up right away.
I might have mentioned that I was drunk, which gave me the courage to do some dancing myself. I’m nowhere near as good as I once was (nor even as good once as I ever was), but that didn’t stop me. Justin captured some video evidence of my foolhardiness.
Anyway it was a fun time and I successfully stumbled home sometime after 2 a.m. (with a detour to Taco Bell).
I was hungover and lazy most of the day but forced myself to get off my ass and take a walk in the afternoon.
And the good news is my new meds seem to be helping quite a lot. Haven’t needed my nebulizer at all today and just used my inhaler a couple of times (pre and post walk). Here’s hoping that continues!
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb.