You know, when I first got here, I was pretty keen on not becoming one of those foreigners that spends all their time drinking in Itaewon and complaining. I'm still not, but I'm definitely circling the drain. And I'd say much of it has to do with the fact that I will never fit in here. I'm learning Korean, but it's taking forever. If I'm lucky, by the time I leave, I'll be able to grunt out a few rudimentary thoughts and earn a pat on the head for it. Even if I become insanely fluent and master all manner of etiquette and subtlety, I'll still get dragged into those dogged "Where are you from?" conversations.
But I haven't given up yet. Not depicted in this comic is me trying to cram my ungainly Western-ness into that very particular Korean mold; precisely refined by years of compounded etiquette. I'd like to think that these efforts are appreciated more than the sheer abandon shown by the fat dude in the Crocs, busting his way through.
EDIT: Here I am:
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