So what if I'm not human?

Hectic days continue, one after another.

When I open my eyes to the alarm, I turn off the rattling humidifier, and walk to the bathroom with the room light on. I brush my teeth, wash my face, put in my lenses, apply lotion, get dressed, grab my mask, and check the bus schedule. After getting off the bus, I go underground to catch the train. If I’m lucky, I get a seat and doze off, otherwise, I stand cramped among strangers. When I arrive at the office, I have a simple breakfast and coffee, and from then on, a dry or intense time unfolds with monitors, bosses, and colleagues. I leave work under a dark sky with people who are either invigorated or utterly exhausted, and when I get home, there’s dinner, often accompanied by alcohol. After watching TV, washing dishes, and showering, the night, like a precious last slice of cake, leads me to bed.

Days that open and close with precise regularity.

I’m scribbling this on my way home from work for the first time in a while, I didn’t mean to be serious, but… The conclusion is that I’m very lenient with food and alcohol these days, and I desperately crave intermittent fasting and eating less, but I regularly get hungry and crave alcohol again.

What is it like to live as a human being?

Yeah, so what if I’m not human?

I need to break free from a daily routine like Jjanggu’s dad.

Otherwise, only alcohol and belly fat will increase.

No, I won’t be defeated.