Attic Cat

I'm watching a Korean drama right now, about two people thrown together under the same roof by fate. Watching the drama makes me envious, actually. How I wish I can live with the man I love under the same roof. I like living with my family for the most part, but I feel like a kid too, like some 16 year old teenager. It seems fun to live with another person your own age, to interact with peers and to do couples stuff.

It's funny how a soap opera can make even the most mundane things look so fun. I see the girl in the kitchen, making dinner to share with her "roommate" and it actually looks like fun. Then I would think that one day, when I'm living with someone, I would do the same thing and enjoy it too. In reality, I am not so inclined to be bustling around the kitchen all day long, waiting on some guy hand and foot. But the drama makes the idea appealing.

As a kid back in 4th grade, I remember how I looked upon a picture book of a girl sitting in a plane, on her way to somewhere. The picture book showed the plane from a birds eye view, all the seats, all the people, all the activity and excitement bustling in the air. I felt so envious at that moment, and wished to be in a plane that very moment, experiencing what was in the picture before my eyes. I think my imagination runs wild and makes everything seem so rosy and interesting and appealing. It's the same with other visuals too. I remember flipping through a picture dictionary and seeing pictures of vegetables and fruits and suddenly have a very strong desire to consume apples, oranges and tomatoes. I suppose a visually titillating image can work wonders on the human motivation and desire.

So it is with this soap opera too. This girl's life, with all its trials and tribulations, seem vastly infinitely more interesting than mine at this moment. All I want to do is live in an attic apartment somewhere with a good looking Korean stud and live out their petty dramas on a daily basis.