I’m a South Korean drama Superfan. It all started with Squid Game – I watched it when it first aired, in English dub, and was completely mesmerized by the visuals of the Story.
I watched it three more times after that first time – still in English dub – and really ‘dug in’ to each of the Characters’ motivations: “Why did that Guy do that thing? What was that Lady thinking, when She did that?” The development of the Characters’ interpersonal relationships with Each Other is PASSION’s favorite part.
Then: I watched Squid Game… the fifth time… in the original Korean.
*mental grenade explodes*
And the rest is History. I have a G/F who We watch SK drama concurrently – sometimes a different show at a time, sometimes the same show and spreading out the episodes so We can discuss – it’s like a Current Day Book Club. Except on TV. And in Korean instead of English.
The show I am watching right now involves one of My favorite subjects: Dying.
The Concept of Dying holds endless fascination for Me. You want it to be because “I’m growing older, physically” DR, but that’s not really accurate. I have pondered Conceptual Dying since I was 9 years old, approximately. [N: I think it’s because I was up to My eyeballs in crocodiles; of being trapped in My Toxic Family during those Childhood years loll]
In this particular show? The Main Female Character has been told She is dying of some brain tumor in Her head, and she has approximately 100 days to live.
The Story is written a little too Conceptual for My liking – Writers do best, IMO, when there aren’t too many different storylines to follow, and when the discussion is more IRL Experience based versus too indepth Conceptual based. This show makes that latter mistake. But, I usually hang in there through the end, if I’ve gotten to at least the end of episode 4.
I imagine – as I identify with this Lady who’s dying – what would I do, if I was “imminently” facing My expiration date, IRL? Who would I tell?
“It Just Depends.”
Technically? I am already well aware – Conceptually – that I *am* dying: I have a chronic disease that can kill Me at any moment [N: Type 1 diabetes] and… I live solo in Current Day. And I haven’t taught My cats to call 911 if They find Me on the floor, passed out from too low blood sugar, so I can imagine just being dead at some point. Probably, at the most inconvenient time for TECH’s scheduling of To-Do’s.
You might wonder if having this disease makes Me fear dying. Nope, I don’t fear it. Even having the Experience of trying to off Myself at least once – and I came real close that second time, several years later – I still have, in Current Day, a “healthy respect” for Death. When Death arrives? I won’t freak out. TBH, I may not even be aware of it – the only Human Beings that are really “aware” of My Death will be all the Other People that surround Me. I’ll just be here one minute, gone the next minute. Easy peasy!
But what I am very, very aware of? What constantly pings My SB? Whatever amount of Time I have left on the clock. Why is that the detail I notice the most?
Because I have sh#t I wanna do. Sh#t I’m doing, actually, right now: Writing – and then posting – My Stories here, for You, DR.
This mission? This “PASSION Project” of Mine? It’s more important to Me than Life itself. And even if the clock runs out on Me I’m gonna keep doing what I’m doing. Because You never know, right? Who You Connect with, Who You talk to, Who You buy a random tank of gas for, or share Your sandwich with at lunchtime, or just smiling at a Stranger who’s passing You, going the opposite side of the street, crying. This Other Person? They are crying. Their heart is breaking. That’s PASSION, Who’s heart You see breaking in that Other Person’s tears. And what can I do, in that single moment? What?! “WHAT??!?”
. . .
Well, I can stay watchful. I can notice the details. And, if I get consent from this OP – if Their eyes meet My eyes – that’s exactly the moment:
I can smile at Them. Brightly. Like an emotional Lighthouse on a dark, stormy cliff in the middle of a vast ocean.
Smiling has this Power, DR. It’s like a bullet, shot directly into the heart. But this bullet? This bullet doesn’t kill Me.
It Saves Me.
. . .
Conner’s Comments: I’ve seen all kinds of variations of “what to do if I find out I’m imminently dying?” through an infinite number of Art Imitating Life creative-esque media. I’ve learned to Not make the Rookie mistake of pondering it in too much realistic detail, because My SB will take any Idea is “too fleshed out” and get right to work manifesting it IRL. That imagery, “I wanna win a gold medal”? That works with Everything, DR. So… be careful what You wish for.
BTW – the title of this Story refers to what this Lady’s Bestie says verbally – in anguish, despair, and torment – upon finding out Her Friend is dying in 100 days. [N: this is for TECH: “Doom At Your Service”] The Answer to Bestie’s question: You don’t know data that TECH hasn’t acquired already, because it’s impossible to know something “by osmosis.” You have to do it the old-fashioned way – by observation. By verbal communication. By watching for the sub-text. The body language. The clues, that in Hindsight You recall that You missed paying attention to.
I don’t reveal any details of My Life to Other People that are not Connected with Me. I can’t reveal any details to OP that don’t reach out & talk to Me, or that I don’t Trust. I won’t reveal any details to any OP that doesn’t help create a Safe Space in which to be vulnerable… and if You push Me? Imma just lie anyways. So don’t waste Your breath.
But if You Love Me, DR? You really, really Love Me? You better let Me know before I level up. Because I don’t learn anything by osmosis. Not yet, anyways loll.
/CR