Real life is overwhelmingly busy right now and the news is just crazy, so I’ll do what I do best and turn to fantasy. My fantasy world exists in Korean dramas. Yes, you read that correctly. I really, really enjoy Korean dramas (k-drama for short). So this post will seem like it is completely out of left field, except that I’ve titled it using Israeli slang: חי בסרט (hay b’seret), which means “living in a film (or movie).” Usually it refers to someone being a drama queen and having everything be overly dramatic all the time, but I’m going to use it literally.
*cultural note: If you’ve never seen a k-drama, you can just as easily substitute rom-com, but k-dramas have some special features that adapt really well to my life in Israel.
My life is a (failed) k-drama.
When I use the term “failed,” I don’t mean it in a negative way. It’s just that the k-drama set-up is all there and then . . . nothing happens. So if you’ll follow my logic here: my regular life is quite uneventful but fully set up for something fantastical. And that is a lot better than following the news and seeing what’s going on in the “real” world, which feels like someone took a page from // insert name of your favorite TV show of intrigue//.
Heroines in k-dramas often live in rooftop apartments with a great view.
I live in a rooftop apartment with a great view. (Rooftop is not to be confused with penthouse. A rooftop apartment means that it’s a possibly illegal addition to the building and they are tiny.)
Heroines in k-dramas often work a lot of part-time jobs and have joie de vivre.
I work on a wide variety of projects and have a lot of joie de vivre.
The cast of most, if not all, k-dramas wear coats in the house during the winter.
I’ve already explained the cold in Jerusalem, and I find I often wear my coat in the house. (Their sets aren’t heated and they have many more coats than I do, but I think I wear my coat inside in part because my dad wore his coat in the house too.)
Lyrics to Rihanna’s song “Umbrella” (this may be more familiar some readers)
Scene: Outside. On a street corner. Waiting for the light to change in the pouring rain.
I approached the corner thankful that I had remembered to bring my big umbrella. I saw him standing there and the rain really started coming down just as we realized that we had a full cycle to wait before the light changed.
He was very tall, thin, wearing a well-fitting suit, but no overcoat or hat to protect his bald (shaved?) head. I noticed that his shoulders were already wet from the rain.
As he stepped back away from the curb to avoid getting splashed, I stepped forward and shared my giant umbrella. (Cue music!)
The top of my head was several inches below his shoulder, so I had to lift my umbrella quite high. He was surprised as he looked down at me, and mumbled something about not minding the rain so much – but he still stayed under my umbrella.
We commented on how long the traffic cycle was until our crosswalk sign would turn green. But mostly it was just traffic noise and the plopping of rain on the umbrella. (Erm, awk-ward!)
Then the light changed and since his legs were so much longer than mine, he reached the other side before I did – without the shelter of my umbrella. He wished me a “Shabbat shalom u’mevurach” (a peaceful and blessed Sabbath).
He went his way and I went mine.
And then . . . nothing. Absolutely nothing happened. (Unless, we have a time jump to 5 years later . . .)
This is not my meme. It was just out there on the internet.
This interlude is an absolutely 100% true thing that happened to me last week. The set up was all there and then #kdramafail.