Last night as I wrote in my journal, I felt depressed. After I slept and cleared my head, I actually don’t feel that bad this morning. In truth, it is my birthday today that has got me in a melancholy mood. I’ve never been a person who enjoys celebrating her birthday, and it has nothing to do with age. Maybe it has to do with all those unhappy birthdays when I was growing up. Whatever the case, it would be nice to have someone say happy birthday to me today. Not that anyone will because I didn’t tell anyone it was my birthday. Furthermore, I have always thought, it should be the mother who should be celebrated on birthdays for enduring childbirth. Babies do not do anything but pop out after nine months.
In Korea, people are already a year old when they are born. Then on New Year’s Day they turn another year older. So here in Korea, people refer to their Korean age and their actual age. To a westerner, it can get confusing so it is wise to ask what year they were born to calculate their actual age. Still in terms of drinking age and drivers’ licenses, I think authorities refer to a person’s actual age.
So then on your birthday, you’re supposed to buy drinks and dinners and all that stuff. Also, usually the birthday person provides everyone with dok, rice cakes usually combined with sweet red bean paste, to celebrate her birthday.
Happy Birthday, Crystal! Somehow and in some way I hope you were able to make your special day, well, special.
Sorry to hear you're experiencing a bit of the blues. I'm pretty sure it'll pass. Maybe just go along with it for the time being?
Also, I'm sorry that you're going to have to keep that sexy foot of yours encased in plaster a bit longer. Seriously. Despite my strange fetish, I can certainly imagine how difficult it has made your life.
Again, Happy Birthday (which, at the time of this writing, is now a belated wish)!
-Kevin