My feet hurt. My lungs hurt. I seem to have developed some fantastic thirst that can never be not even satisfied, but even just slightly subdued. I've woken up 5 hours later than when I normally "sleep in" and wasted most of the day. And I got followed by another creepy pervert in broad daylight this morning. Not nearly as bad as the last time -- kind of standard street harassment type of stuff, the kind of which is common enough and not really worthy of comment, except for the fact that I went through what I went through last weekend, wherein I had started out thinking the same thing and it got much worse. I'm a little jumpy.
I had a great time with good company last night, but all night clubbing is just not for this girl. And it's the pervert thing that's really the issue. On the one hand (and if I were younger), I could be all, 'I'm not going to let them control where I go and what I do! Rah!' And that would be fair enough. And if it were like, say, coffee shops in the afternoon that usually resulted in the harassment, then I'd be inclined to stand up and fight. But since it's stumbling off the first bus home at 7 am which is in question, I think I can be persuaded to part ways with the practice.
The whole thing has put me quite on guard, and I've noticed this past week that I've been way too sensitive about walking past men on the street, or the usual 'foreigner' stares out of men, which don't mean anything in particular most of the time. The whole experience has put a bit of a chip on my shoulder, and I don't like that. And I don't want it to get worse. So if I'm going to get harassed every time I walk home from the bus station at 7 am, then I just won't do it anymore.
Not because I'm caving in on anything, but just because I can't really be bothered anyway. I don't really care for clubbing in general. The whole atmosphere is off. I prefer just sitting down to a few beers where actual conversation (however limited) is possible. More fun, more interesting, more rewarding. Less hard on the pocketbook and head in the morning. I've told the dating bloggers that they've shown me their world, so now they have to give me a chance to show them mine -- they should come out and see how we do it in dirty Incheon some time. Although I'm sure Dating in Korea won't, given her prejudice against our boys out here.
Smalltown keeps insisting that I need to move out of my craphole neighborhood. His girlfriend says that even for Incheon it has an awful reputation. Lots of "knuckleheads and hardarses about", as he puts it. He's right. But some of those 'knuckleheads and hardarses' are my students, who I'm quite fond of. So I suppose I'll take the bad with the good.
Anyway, I'm tired as fuck, so this is all you can expect out of me today. Mags took up all my verbal energy with an interview for an article he's writing just now. So it's mandoo and internet tv 'ftw' this afternoon.