Entry 13: The Horror! The Horror!

They make us do things. Terrible things. Horrible things. It's torture I tell you! Its a travesty. The things that they make us do. No matter how much we protest. They force us. We are punished if we disobey. The horror. The horror!

With all seriousness, the Korean government is making certain things mandatory. They made us go to Lotte World. They made us go to visit a North Korean village in Sokcho. They made us go watch musical shows such as Nanta. They force us to make friends with random strangers. They made me take 847 pictures in the past 3 weeks. They made me do it, I promise.

They put us in our cells. It's called Freya. Freya Resortel (resort + hotel). They put me in solitude. A room three times as big as the dorm room, with a bedroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Terrible. A travesty.

We pass the unlimited time by learning things like how to play traditional Korean drums, similar to the Taekwondo classes and K-pop classes they made us endure in the previous weeks. We huddle together and play poker, perhaps finding better luck in the cards than in our current situation, but fail to find the luck we need to endure.

They feed us, no, rather they put us to a point of starvation where we do not feed but we devour meals that make gruel and the slop that swines dine on look appeasing. Smoked salmon, spaghetti, buttered dinner rolls, pineapple, watermelon, and traditional korean food! I feel nauseous as type the very words. How do they expect us to eat such things? Bulgogi? Kimchi? RICE?! What do they take me for? Apparently, nothing more than a piece of cattle that they are herding to further the exploits of the government.

As I sit in my cell, I play the guitar, lamenting over the memories of days where I was in the sweltering Texas sun, where my world was small, safe, and limited. They have changed my mind! Brainwashing. My world is enlarged, exciting, limitless. They have changed me for the worst.

I have not yet met the little gremlins that are about to be forced upon me, but just imagine, and I'm sure that you will be able to forsee what one of these gremlins will look and act like. Sitting quietly, perhaps giving out a giggle, dressed in their uniforms or perhaps the clothes that their parents had bought for them. Ready, to learn. Disgusting.

What good is there in Korea? Am I blind?

[ by some insane chance that you misread this post as a cry out for help, please read it again. did you catch the sarcasm? no? read again. Yeah? You got it? No? seriously? In that case, you are right, I hate Korea. :D ]