I’m not sure if this is Pit-worthy, but I’m in a bad mood, so it ought to fit in here.
I also mentioned this in passing in another thread, so I’m being a bit repetitive here, but I selfishly decided that this deserved its own thread. I anticipate no responses, since I don’t think anyone has any reason to care, so I think of this more as a venting exercise than anything else.
A couple of hours ago, I dropped off my wife at the airport. She’s going to South Korea to visit her father who is quite ill and who probably won’t be alive much longer. I am unable to join her because of my work. Before I go on, I should mention that I have a morbid fear of any situation that mixes my loved ones with airplanes. I have no fear of flying, in that I’m not nervous if I am in an airplane. I only get nervous when family members fly. Please note that I never said that any of this was rational. All this to say that the very fact that my wife is taking this long trip from Montreal to Seoul (or more precisely, Montreal to Toronto to Seoul) is making me nervous.
So, when I woke up at 4 this morning to get ready to drop her off, I was already nervous. I took a look at the news on my phone and quickly saw headlines announcing the death of Kim Jong-Il. I then noticed lines like “South Korean military on high alert” and “risk of attack”. I then mentioned his passing to my wife, and she did not take this as good news at all. No, she’s not a member of the KJI Fan Club or anything of the sort (though she doesn’t seem to have anything in particular against the guy), but she’s not happy at all about going to Korea during a period of instability.
Whenever news media report threats made by Kim Jong-Il, my wife tends to dismiss these reports as though they were something that sits somewhere between sensationalism and propaganda. So, seeing her get visibly nervous at the news of the dictator’s passing was a bit unexpected. If anything, I expected her to brush it off and tell me that it would be “business as usual” in South Korea, but that wasn’t her reaction at all. Granted, she was already stressed and tired due to a night of getting ready for this trip, but repeating this to myself isn’t helping as much as it should. I also keep telling myself that the risk of an attack is actually quite low, but that’s not helping either.
So, now I’m twice as nervous as I was expecting to be in the first place, and I was expecting to be very nervous for the next 18 to 20 hours. Fuck.
All right, I apologize to those of you who expected a rant. Nothing to see here. I just thought I’d feel better if I made a post about it. I was wrong.
