Springs & Stings & Sims
Seoul 01.09.21
Pinch, punch, first of the month and all that.
Does it sound as arse-y if I add “graciously” to my rant against the springs which cut into muscles last night, and if I rant — again, very graciously — about how, another night running, I seem to have sleeplessly managed to bed literally all of Seoul’s mosquitos at once? Some big big pimpin’ right there. They harassed my sweet roomies too. Evil little things.
Not really important though. More importantly, and more distressingly, I had a new SIM whacked into my telephone having ascended one of this city’s many slim staircases into another surprisingly economically shaped room above the [insert coffee chain] on the corner. When I say that my palms were sweating as I tried with a rebuttal that was mumbled and lasted all 0.5 of a seconds to say that I didn’t care to check the SIM or have it whacked in in the store, but would rather change it myself (like the last time, in the midst of the night, all bits and bobs backed up, WhatsApp and iCloud articles open on 50 different tabs on my laptop (which is also bursting at the seams of its storage)), because I wanted to make sure that WhatsApp was rearing to go, and sweetly functioning, and could still be the bastion of all my communication, past images still peachy n all...This was the dream.
Luckily, (and this was the reality) two sweetest friends told me that their messages to me never sent. One noticed and forwarded her voice-note to this new whacked-in-SIM. The other, I — for all my technological incapabilities — had happened to text on instagram, at which point, and through this app, she told me that her messages to me never arrived on the WA. Stressed me hella out. Ha! There are a few material things which I care much about. I don’t know if I can call WhatsApp a material thing (and yes, I am sorry, to the nobody’s in the ether who are surely not reading this, this is a rant about everything but Seoul, but hey ho) but it is the singular app, alongside my photos, that I care about.
So, I’m distressed as hell.
That is all for now.
xoxo The Ungrateful student abroad. First classes today though! Slid in pjs on the bottom, hoops on top. Seoul classes online are unto classes online in the home counties as are unto online classes worldwide-ish I guess.
Yet, I say this whilst I still am in a rickety chair in a warm house. So very much false equivalating right there with my “unto unto untos”. Lock me away.
Still trying to find a way to speak of abroad-ness fitfully, too.
A disclaimer here, then, that should drip through everything written here: the writer (lol, pretentious fucker) is aware that there is luck, and fortune, and that this is the silly surface(?) often of much more complex politics of being and existing, et al. This sentence itself was highly unsatisfactory, and almost the worser for having been written so unsatisfactorily, I think. As highly vomit worthy as gestures to the rickety-ness of the chair and the warmth of the house.
Back to the SIM. I guess I should calm the fuck down. Mosquitos, if you’re listening: do me my penance. Eat me up.
Link this worthier traveller: https://www.browngirlonabike.com/
