Just got back from another city down south, visiting a friend just for the night for a little support. Now I’m facing down this huge holiday. Busan and I have been doing a lot of semi-awkward waffling, involving him wanting me to come home with him, me not really believing that his mom genuinely wants me there, and me actually not really wanting the first meeting to consist of four entire days under the same roof. Too much potential for trouble. I reckon the first round should be a quick in and out, no?
Give me a break. I haven’t met anyone’s parents since high school, and this is Korea, and I’m a foreigner, and he’s an eldest son. And it’s a major holiday. So. Busan may or may not have passive aggressively decided to head down early in the morning, so that we can’t meet tonight before he goes — I genuinely don’t know if it’s a matter of circumstance, or if there’s some other motivation behind it. One of the things I realized during our last little spat is that he’s more passive aggressive (and better at pretending to be oblivious) (and more prone to getting his feelings hurt) than I’ve realized previously. And I, in turn, have decided to passive aggressively spend the morning cooking the most amazing pot of chili, of which he will receive exactly none, as revenge.
Luckily, neither one of us is particularly good at being passive aggressive past a certain point, and after his announcement about leaving early made last night, he’s spent the morning kissing ass via Kakao trying to make sure I’m not really upset, and even offering to postpone his departure. Which, of course, I won’t let him do. When what you’ve got to tiff about is wanting to spend more time with each other, and bring each other closer in to your inner circles in life, you’re in quite a lucky situation, I reckon.
So. Chili and wine and probably a few downloaded films. A bit of reading, and finishing a scarf. The day awaits.
