I’m generally not an angry person.
Throughout my life, I’ve rarely had explosions of anger, big fights, or hated someone to the core. Maybe it’s because I rarely saw such things around me growing up. I never saw my parents fight, and I was rarely scolded. I wasn’t the type to go against my parents’ teachings either. Honestly, there wasn’t much I wanted to do. As a child, I worried a bit about North Korea launching a nuclear bomb overnight, but by middle school, that worry faded. I developed a boldness thinking, “As if they’d actually do it.” Life got even more boring after that. But when I think about it, there are still things that tick me off, so why not talk about them today?
When I get into an elevator, I tend to stick to the back wall. I don’t know why, but having my back against the wall gives me a sense of peace. However, it annoys me when people keep pushing in and someone in front doesn’t check their distance and backs into me. It makes me want to give them a shove. 🤬 Sometimes, when I’m walking and someone suddenly cuts diagonally in front of me from behind, making me stumble, it also makes my blood boil. I feel like kicking them! Am I just naturally averse to strangers being too close? 🤔
There are two buttons on the cuffs of my shirt, and I always fasten the upper one. It helps me roll up my sleeves comfortably. But for some reason, that upper button is always small and thick like a dice. The hole is annoyingly tight too. It’s so tough to fasten it with one hand when I’m wearing the shirt. If I forget to fasten it before wearing the shirt, I try to manage somehow without taking it off again because I hate doing that. When it doesn’t work, my frustration reaches its peak. I want to burn all the tiny, thick buttons in the world! Should I start a national petition to ban these buttons by law? 🔥
When getting ready in the morning, sometimes my hair behaves perfectly and suddenly turns weird. I wonder if it’s just me, but it’s like a switch flips – click – like turning a page – swish – and my hair becomes outdated. No matter what I do, it doesn’t return to normal. When it’s time to leave in this unsalvageable state, I feel rage. I just want to shave it all off and wear a wig. Why does my hair, since the dawn of humanity, have this bizarre mechanism due to some genetic quirk? It’s a moment where only HAVOK’s “Point of No Return” fits as the BGM. 🎶
I have a friend who’s a reporter in the entertainment section of a newspaper, and I’m super jealous. They spend all week watching idol or celebrity concerts and writing articles about it. That’s not a job, it’s pure gold! 🤑 Sure, there might be hard parts, but I don’t even want to hear about them because even those seem like enviable problems. Watching that friend makes my life feel so small and boring. But there are moments when their Instagram posts make me momentarily angry. While I’m at home, happily watching a video of Hanni from NewJeans singing “Blue Coral Reef” at the Tokyo Dome fan club, they post real-time photos of Hanni from there. It ticks me off! Even as I write this, they’re at a bar drinking with Hyomin of T-ara, posting photos, not even considering Hyomin’s feelings. It’s infuriating! 😤
While riding my bike, if a bug flies into my eye, I get mad. If it takes more than a minute to plug something in by feel, I get heated. The same goes for inserting a USB-A or B type or HDMI connector. What were they thinking when they designed these? When I read e-books on my phone or tablet and the last read position doesn’t sync properly, making me re-read, annoyance bubbles up. If a song by Lee Mu-jin comes up on random play and the touch doesn’t work when I want to skip it, I’m fuming. 😠
Reading this, you might think I’m an easily angered person, but honestly, I had to dig deep to come up with these examples, so don’t misunderstand. Once I step out of the elevator, button up, leave the house, or close Instagram, I immediately regain my calm and return to my usual boring state. 😌
The week was filled with on-and-off rain and just gloomy days, but today, as if nothing happened, it’s bright like a postcard from Mallorca. On days like this, a song like Stacey Ryan’s “Fall In Love Alone” fits perfectly. Listening to it while biking makes the pedals feel lighter. Of course, the protagonist in the song might be lovesick, but still. 🚴♀️
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