don’t have to know anymore
Asia. I get a little confused here.
On the plane from seattle to vietnam via Seoul, the waitress asks me ‘traditional korean or beefsteak?’
she sets down several bowls of food on a try in front of me. I don’t recognize anything and have no idea what to do with this meal. I poke around and soon find directions. directions, hmmm… (indication)
I quickly glance at the directions and proceed to dump one bowl of liquid onto a salad, toss in some pickled something and squirt red pepper paste and sesame oil into the bowl, stirring it all up.
my left-hand neighbor, asian, glances over at me with a dazed wow-this-is-a-long-flight look and gets back to his beefsteak.
I keep mixing everything together, happily squirting the rest of the chili paste into the main bowl until everything is a little reddish.
my right-hand neighbor, asian, nudges me and bluntly says ‘you did it wrong.’ he points at another asian man across the aisle. my right-hand neighbor also had the beefsteak. hmmm. (indication)
‘oh.’ I actually read the directions this time. I am not supposed to pour the soup onto the salad. They are to be eaten separately.
‘it tastes good.’ I smile.
my right-hand neighbor smiles so wide and orders us each a glass of red wine.
‘cheers.’ he knocks our glasses.
‘cheers. happy new year!’
‘happy new year.’
I love that I do not have to know anymore. I love that I can ‘not do it right.’ love that I am not doing it right and love doing that. This is the most liberating realization in a while and I am going to revel in it.
Happy new year.