After a weekend of way too much drinking and making new friends.
And a morning of basking in Gaijin Glory.
I realized something that aged me 5 years.
Here is an intro of an article that has alot of interest to me.
Japanese have long embraced a salad of feelings toward Korea. Guilt over
the brutal occupation of the Korean peninsula, contempt for a people who
must be inferior to suffer suppression, bewildered resentment of
anti-Japanese prejudice enshrined in curbs on the import of Japanese
culture, fear of Kim Jong Il's mercurial regime, anger over abduction of
Japanese citizens.
It's fucking clear to me now. Is there really a need to live anymore? Am I next in line in the "I've given up" section of the world.
A girl that is just entering that world scared the pants off me, this weekend. But now, I feel her pain.
Rest in peace, my young naive child. Rest in friggin peace.