Breaking Point

Korea is within inches of breaking me.  I've had enough, and I really cannot fathom spending any more of my life here.  I've been angry, sad, annoyed, perturbed and disturbed, frustrated and despondent; now I'm just desperate.

Every time I go to Seoul (a trip I'm obliged to do often) I end up hating Korea a little bit more.  It's become bad enough that it requires physical effort to will myself out of the door, head to the bus stop and begin the five or six hour journey.

This time, I reached Gohyun (the town on my island from which the bus runs) to find I had forgotten my credit card.

A long, laborious trip back home (it takes an hour each way) and I found myself searching my belongings to find my card.  (It was under my bed; how it got there god only knows.)  Card in hand, I exited, found the bus and travelled another hour to Gohyun.  By this time, I had sacrificed three hours of my life sitting next to, in front of and behind Koreans who would as soon spit on me as say hello.  This fantastic and vibrant countries' people, epitomised by the  man who stood shouting at me for (presumably) being white, for a full five minutes at the bus stop, can all rot in a cesspit.  I've met five nice Koreans, four of whom have lived abroad or are only half Korean.

Think about that statistic.  For a Korean to be nice they must live abroad.  Not just for a year in a terrible Korean-run boarding school, but for many years, even decades.

Now guess how many Koreans have done that - I would probably require only a few more digits than I own to figure  that one out.

So an entire country of horrible, snivelling, grotty, filthy, ignorant, spastic, morose, incompetent, racist, scum are diluted by a tiny minority.  Shouldn't I be talking about that the other way around?  Shouldn't I be saying the minority spoil it for the majority, like in England?

That aside, if I have to make the trip to Seoul one more time, I feel I will snap.  Whether it's the bus going the wrong way, the trip taking around 10 hours, being shouted at for being foreign the whole trip, being kicked and prodded, being spat at, sneezed on, coughed on, laughed at or tripped up, it's never pleasant.  Let alone when the person I'm visiting gives me the wrong directions (as has happened not once, not twice, but thrice) and I end up face down in a ditch full of shit-water.  I give up.  No longer can I take it.  No more.  I'm only going to the airport to get away from this shit-hole.

On a side-note, how comes it's morally objectionable if Japan hunts whales, but it's okay if the Scandinavians hunt whales?

Why I Hate Hitler

Before Hitler, enslaving peoples, and wiping out ethnicities was in vogue.  The British empire tried to do it all the time.  The boer wars, for example, were all about the pacification of others.

Now, however, if I were to suggest a holy war against Koreans, for waking me up at 1AM on a Wednesday night, I would be laughed at.  Frankly speaking, depriving me of sleep is worthy of a punch in the face, but that would get me deported.  Time was, when I could start a diplomatic incident and have the British army rolling in and pacifying this backwards country.  Unfortunately now, thanks to Hitler, I can't simply cry foul and do that.

Ergo, I need a way of punishing drunk fools, that will be both satisfying and non-deportation invoking.  Bonus points for allowing a swift kick to the groin and punch to the face, without being deported.

Ideas?

Latest

So I've not been able to update my blog for the last week or so, because  I've been incredibly busy.  I've also missed going to the gym.  I'm also sick.  I've busted my ass off doing my boss favours, like building a basic website for the english department, and making videos of the kids so we actually look like more than a ragtag bunch of chancers.

Being the only idiot willing to do this hasn't paid off, as she cancelled a half day (a week ago) tomorrow.  When asking her why she promised us a half day that she had no intention of keeping (it turned out that this full day seminar was planned three months ago) I was labelled ungrateful and told that many other teachers don't get breaks over Christmas.

I should, apparently, be grateful that I now have to sit in a crowded minibus with five people I loathe for two hours on the way to some god-forsaken place in the ass-end of nowhere, to look at a couple of books.  Then spend an hour travelling to the outer recesses of the ass end of nowhere to watch a half an hour class demonstration, to then travel three hours back to the literal arse-hole of nowhere (Geoje).  It turns out, the one nice Korean person; the person who I'd assumed everyone that I hadn't met in Korea was like, is actually abhorrent too.

Some countries have no redeeming qualities.  I give up.

I hate Koreans.  I hate Korea.

There I said it.  War is probably the best thing these morons can hope for.

Just start it when I'm not here, please.

Wow that actually makes me feel a lot better.  Maybe I can make it through the thirteen hour day tomorrow by repeating that phrase over and over to myself.  Or maybe I can play table tennis halfway through the day, to give me some energy?