This article made me realize how even after horrible traumatic events, good is still possible. With affection, compassion, and caring, it’s possible to restore to a living state the nearly dead.
Today I walked past two small girls with a tiny little dog (the abomination-unto-the-Lord-kind). So, I stared at the small girls, trying to see beyond them to the tiny dog behind them.
This eventually prompted the oldest of the girls to say, “Hello.”
I said, “Hello,” back.
But what I was really thinking was, “I have no interest in you little girl, let me see your puppy.”
Obviously, I could be a children’s book villain.
Asian guys always say the same things: “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“You must be lonely being by yourself.”
I am thinking, ‘Asian men typically don’t view women as completely human. Should I really be listening to your jabber when a dog will make a better companion?’
Sometimes now when I see pictures of dogs, I think they look delicious.
I called my dog “emergency rations” and that was before I came to Korea.
I think I have just always been Korean.
Except I still won’t eat bundaegi.
Maybe I am not that Korean.
(BTW-I have never actually knowingly consumed dog meat.)