Sunday morning gibberish in bed.
ROK and Roll! (my adventures in the land of soju, kimchi, Taekwondo and Twice ❤)
It’s been almost a year since businesses in Seoul are closing freaking early in the evening (mostly 10 pm), but the government decided they were not fucking enough with the livelihood of people and the last 2 weeks, every restaurant and bar have to close at 9 pm. Obviously it’s a bit depressing, but I honestly don’t miss that much partying until dawn in overcrowded places, I don’t think I would have the energy to stay up all night anyway. I’m too old for this shit. What I miss the most with all this covid shit going on tho, is the night[life], I miss being able to wander around late at night under the neon lights while quietly witnessing life going on, people socializing, laughing, having fun…
You know, this strange feeling of being part of something bigger than yourself, even if you don’t actively participate in the fiesta.
I do sometimes feel a bit disconnected, and find socializing very exhausting these days. Probably some sort of covid fatigue, but there’s good to it, it makes me pick my battles more carefully and focus on the essentials. After all, when I take a look at the grand scheme of things, most of the shits gravitating around are useless. A lesson I don’t want to forget once everything goes back on track. Minimalism and efficiency to live and experience a meaningful life.