or: the state of North Carolina

I’ve been a resident of the tarheel state since 2019. and I wanted to touch upon that since I haven’t much, to anyone and not even myself actually. me of all people who tends to be overtly fastidious with details, and cripes about granular details that’s so trivial and asinine it cracks me up. you don’t quite fathom that Koreans, and even half bloods like myself are overtly dramatical. its encoded in our DNA, we’re neurotic and upset by silly, stupid shit. mostly food, money and not having nuff of either. in a way I like to think of Koreans as very closely resembling Filipino’s. maybe because I’m more Filipino at heart (and an honorary one at that). Filipino’s are funnier, down to earth, nicer, crazier, have some Spanish influences (I like Spanish/Spanish culture) and goofier. they’re also highly creative, and know what it means to lack. I also like it that Filipino’s are on the rise in case you haven’t noticed, they are. and not just in singing either. observe Alex Eala in action:

anyways, this isn’t about asian shit today. it’s about this crazy state I’m in. there’s a cultural divide between myself and the local yokels. you can tell in the way we speak, the way we think and particularly the way we drive. their driving is pure insanity. enough to require you getting some road rage therapy sessions. they all seem to think it’s perfectly acceptable to drive like retarded student drivers. their favorite movie I’m guessing is Crash. they must think they’ll get stockholm syndrome if they collide with another vehicle here. like are you trying to actually get into a collision? auto insurance must loovvveeeeee this state.

like in all places, you have the good and the bad, and the ugly. most of the people here are different. I can’t really tell whether they’re truly nice, smart, stupid, fake, real. but I do know that if you weren’t born in this state they treat you as you might a stray dog at best. I attribute this to them not knowing a single thing about you in which to judge you with. they’re all gossipy busy bodies. they do have a fake 5 minute niceness at first. then they look at you like you’re weird for talking with them beyond this threshold. in this context they make Chicagoans seem socially sophisticated by comparison. and here I once thought they were socially retarded. some are (happens when you hibernate indoors 75% of the year). Chicagoans be like ‘arghhh! the light it stings my eyes!’ when they emerge from cryostasis.

most people of Middle Earth are friendly and down to earth, I think its not that they’re bad people, mean spirited, ugly or racist inbred stupid heads. they’ve just grown up a certain, particular way. in a stupid little state nobody hardly knows about. less you’re one of my caucasian aunts who binges Nickolas Spark’s horrible films that depicts NC. a yuppified, idyllic magical realm where unusually attractive whiter than sour cream people hook up. no zombies, no ninjas, gratuitous explosions, no chicks in bikinis with machine guns doing kung fu. none of my artistic genius obviously. well you can’t expect sexy with such lifeless material.

there’s an influx of NY/Jersey shore and people from everywhere here. plandemic refugees who were scared shitless nuff to actually moved here. they bought up all the land and jacked up the real estate prices. my own cute le’chateau could’ve been cheaper if it weren’t for this freakish phenom. fortunately I bought at the perfect time with a low interest rate. the homes here are quite smallish and inferior to most Chicago based houses. also relatively cheaper. price of my old loft in Chiraq will buy you a lot of land and a smallish house here. at least it used to pretty sure things have changed. my previous loft I had custom built was a former bakery.

okay that’s about it running out of words now. til next time.