When All You Can Do Is Laugh

Last week was a mixed bag of learning about how to use and how not to use my sense of humor, and probably in the opposite order. I went on a trip with colleagues and felt like I was misunderstood when I was trying to be sarcastic about something. That trail followed me when I apparently misused the expression, "So you all sat there like bumps on a log" to make my point that we always use a method in teaching. And of course I was less serious than Sinae needed me to be about something that was bothering her (Little did I know that the subject at hand was bothering her).

These circumstances brought to mind the counsel that one friend of mine gave me several years ago, to consider stop joking around since it can easily become a tool we use to hide from others or use it against others in some way.

Thankfully, there was one situation (and perhaps others that I overlooked at the time) where having a sense of humor got me through a situation (as I think is the case with a lot of situations throughout my life). It was in the middle of one of my classes when I would normally have gotten upset because students weren't participating in class. And I will be giving them less points for participation, but the experience itself may be the funniest I've seen in the three years I've been teaching in the classroom in South Korea.

There were five students who were about as detached from the classroom as they could be. Two students, one female and one male, were just sitting there saying nothing to each other. After much prodding, the male student told me the reason they weren't speaking was because of "cold war". Two male students who were supposed to be working together on drawing up a healthy lifestyle were making flowers out of some type of artistic material (i.e. foam) rather than talking to each other. The third scenario was with a female student who was sitting by herself, taking pictures of people with her cell phone.

The rest of the class seemed to be talking to each other (two students, one person talking to the other) about how to have a healthy lifestyle. But when I asked them what they came up with, they gave me one word answers. So here is what the class came up with altogether, with some revision on my part.

1. Life can be stressful to the point that we think we are in a cold war.
2. That's when we need to change our actions and start by making flowers out of paper.
3. And after making flowers, we would do well to enjoy them by taking pictures.
4. And after looking at the pictures we can take a minute just to smile.
5. Then we need a moment to do nothing...
6. At which time we can do some stretching...
7. and relieve the excess mental stress by going jogging.

A Tragic Ending

I just finished watching the 126th episode of "High Kick through the Roof". This series was my company while I ate meals at home alone. I watched this many times when I was depressed and it enabled me to express my frustrations through crying. My favorite male character was probably Ji-Hoon who had the affection of to women, though he only dated one of them. I like him because he is cool, a doctor and he is considerate of others. But actually his character changes for the better as the series progresses. My second favorite character is Jun-hyuk who is a high school student. At the beginning of the show he is a gangster but he also changes as he falls in love with Se-Kyung, my favorite female actress. Even though Jun-hyuk's family is rich, and his mom doesn't have compassion for Se-Kyung or Sin-Ae (incidentally a name similar to my fiancee), Jun-hyuk convinces his mom to take in these two sisters and he does things for them without announcing it to the whole family.

Se-Kyung is probably around Jun-hyuk's age and she is a housekeeper, and a good one at that. She starts out very mellow in the beginning and becomes more relaxed as the show progresses.

Although these are my favorite characters, I see myself the most in Jun-hyuk's dad, who is always making some kind of a mistake and can't seem to do things right, even if his life depends on it, until the series is nearly over.

The irony of this series is that Se-kyung and Sin-ae, who come with hardly any money to their names, and work in a rich family, are actually rich in terms of character. Sin-ae is usually happy except for the understandable disappointments of having to be the guest of someone else's house. Se-kyung is very pretty and has a lot of character which is often overlooked by Ji-hoon until nearly the end of the series. Jun-hyuk continually tries to win her heart and only comes close in the second-to-last or last episode.

This drama or sitcom, depending on what part of the world you live in or were born in, is good for its rich variety of conversation. With the various ages of people, one can learn how to address people in Korean using honorifics as well as the lower form without honorifics between friends or loved ones. This gets to be a little tricky because not everyone uses the honorific-less form just because they are the same age or even if they are dating.

I won't tell you how the story ends in case you are interested in viewing this series yourself, which you can easily find on the internet with English subtitles.

Oddly enough, as I finish this series, I myself am a little depressed. I suppose it could be that the series is over, though I'm planning on watching it again to improve my Korean. I suspect there are other issues at play such as job issues, wedding preparation, being engaged to a graduate student in South Korea, my future job and other related aspects. I've been wrestling with shame, which I see as a significant theme in "High Kick through the Roof". I see the two greatest "shame-carriers" being Bong-suk (I hope I have his name right) and Se-kyung, who simply endures a lot of heartache. It's bad enough that she and Sin-ae are separated from their dad for an uncertain amount of time but to not even be noticed by the man she has the most affection for is even worse.

As I watch the end of this episode, the question of the meaning of life comes to my mind. Many questions confront me, like, Why does a good thing have to come to an end? Why does a person have to give up a good relationship for the sake of supporting her family? What gives a grandpa the right to treat his son-in-law disrespectfully until the son-in-law proves himself?

But I don't think the producers of this sitcom want the show to only impress a person at that level. Instead, I see a different motive in mind. It is the things that seem the most routine, and the most annoying at the time, that develop our character and it is those things that we look back on both in laughter and in genuine sobriety that form us and make us into better people. And, if we are blessed, we find ourselves in the moment we dream of, even if it only happens in the last moment.

The Next Chapter

Next week starts the beginning of the next chapter of Mom's recovery. She has a few days to enjoy spending quality time with her friend (aka "the bag") before they part ways. Surprisingly enough, Mom seems to be looking more forward to saying goodbye to her long-time friend than she does to "going under", the process necessary in order to say goodbye to her friend.

The first step is to prepare for a colonoscopy on Monday morning and then if all goes well, to have her surgery at the crack of dawn on Tuesday morning, which is supposed to be a two-hour long process.

I'm feeling a little strange about this process myself. I guess you could say I feel helpless. For some unknown reason, I am really comfortable working around the hospital, perhaps because of my experience in medical transportation. And this environment seems to be more comfortable for me than the rest of my family. Unfortunately, because the semester has already started, I am not able to be around home in order to help out the family. I was hoping the surgery would be in February but things went a little longer than we expected.

But perhaps this is a good chance for my family to do the things that I did when I was able to. I am hoping to do whatever I can from far away, like sending flowers or writing cards and certainly, calling Mom as much as possible.

I will certainly miss spending the day at the hospital and writing long letters to Sinae, my fiancee, but I am also very glad that I don't have to be separated from her by the Pacific Ocean this time, too. If you are able to spend some time with my mom, I know she will appreciate the company. But if you, like me, have unalterable circumstances, will you join me in praying for my mom and encouraging her through other means? You will certainly be extending grace to her, whomever you are.

I Don't Want to be Perfect

I just finished reading, "Dare to Be Average!-Ways to Overcome Perfectionism", the 14th chapter in his book, "Feeling Good: The New Mood Therapy". Before I finished reading this chapter, I had a little squabble with Sinae, the cause of which was probably related to the same subject as this chapter.

I've been thinking about the counseling session we had yesterday and the things the counselor told us. I blindly followed everything he told us then and have been thinking about it today. The main things I remember are him telling Sinae to speak very easy Korean since I said that Korean would be our language of choice. I mistakenly assumed that Sinae was trying to speak even easier Korean after that and wound up criticizing her for speaking easy Korean to me. Of course, this aggravated her because here she was trying to speak simple Korean and I was still criticizing her.

The second thing he said was that we always have shame and that we can never get rid of it. We just have to know how to deal with it. As soon as I heard that, I start analyzing whether this was a Calvinistic ideal or simply a realistic approach. Either way, I didn't like that notion because it gave me a sense of defeat that I could never overcome my shame.

I'll let those thoughts hang for a while and see what you think. I've been struggling more with the concept of Sinae loving me and me loving her this week more than I did last week. I feel bad about our date yesterday because I didn't sleep very well and then I was tired after our counseling session. Since we weren't able to have a lot of deep conversation because of how tired I felt, I was a little sad when I got home. This was no problem to Sinae, of course. But I felt shame for not always being able to have deep conversation. I was so tired that I could hardly have conversation at all.

Back to Dr. Burns, he says some things about how glorious life can be when we are not trying to be perfect and the things we could miss out on if we were perfect. I think this gives me a better glimpse of what it means to love someone and perhaps this is why Sinae loves me, too. Read that last sentence correctly. I couldn't possibly doubt Sinae's love for me. I just find myself wondering why she loves me, sometimes.

"In fact, just think what it would be like if you were perfect. There'd be nothing to learn, no way to improve, and life would be completely void of challenge and the satisfaction that comes from mastering something that takes effort. It would be like going to kindergarten for the rest of your life. You'd know all the answers and win every game. Every project would be a guaranteed success because you would do everything correctly. People's conversations would offer you nothing because you'd already know it all. And most important, nobody could love or relate to you. It would be impossible to feel any love for someone who was flawless and knew it all. Doesn't that sound lonely, boring, and miserable? Are you sure you still want perfection?"

See you later...Farewell to a friend who became family

This morning I heard the sad news that Elmer Hays, a long-time family friend who was more like family, passed away. He had been sick for quite a well and from what I hear he had been praying to be sent home away from a body that was inflicting so much pain.

I realized tonight when I started crying after seeing his obituary, apparently the realization that his passing wasn't simply a nasty rumor, that he was a significant piece to me being who I am today, one of the many people that is easy to take for granted for all the good things that have taken place in my life in spite of the many difficulties. In fact, I think talking about him is right in line with my ongoing discussion with my reflections on shame.

When I was a little boy (I'm sure that is a classic storyline, right?) my mom babysat four boys who demanded a lot of attention. I'm sure my brother blended right in with them but apparently Elmer realized this wasn't the case more than anybody else. At some point, he noticed that I hardly even talked amongst the rest of the clan and he had a talk with my dad about this which I'm sure was pretty forceful. I don't know what was said but I don't think it was too long after that Mom didn't babysit those four brothers anymore. And from what my dad tells me, I started coming out of my shell. Thanks, Elmer, for telling me then and so many years later, "You're important."

I remember one time when Elmer took Mom, my older brother Bruce and I to Mom's hometown in the company van. On the way there or back, Elmer spotted a turtle on the highway and pulled over so he could rescue that turtle and give it to Bruce and I to take care of. Of course the rest of the story is that in one of my moments of selfishness the turtle got away because Bruce went inside to use the bathroom and I was ordered to watch the turtle. That didn't seem too exciting to me, especially being ordered around by my brother. Anyway, thanks Elmer, for telling the turtle, "You're important."

It's funny how much pressure I put on myself to be an outgoing person and say all the right things. When I think of Elmer I remember four things: his eyes, his beard, his smile and his hand that I always shook when we met. The most impressionable part of him to me was his eyes for it was with his eyes that he told me, "You're important." I still remember that look so many years after seeing him face to face.

One of the later memories I have of him, perhaps the last of him when he was in really good health, was when I was attending a Bible school about 45 minutes from Elmer and Francee's house. I somehow wound up visiting them one night and we talked about my confusion about eternal security. Elmer seemed to agree wholeheartedly with my dad on that issue but he gave a slightly different interpretation that was beneficial to me. Once again I heard him say, "You're important."

Elmer was also very respectful to Dad. There was a time in my life when I didn't respect my dad as much as I do now and Elmer told me what a good friend Dad was. That made me really proud. I heard him say, "You're dad is important and so are you."

It may sound like I'm exaggerating that point but I think in most if not all of my interactions with Elmer that was the message I got the most from him. What you may not know about Elmer is that he was a big man and he gave me the impression that he could get mad at somebody and even hurt them if he really wanted to. And yet in his dealings with me, and this was probably his real personality, he was as tender of a person as anyone could ever meet.

I'm sorry to Elmer Hays for all the times that I doubted myself and felt like the whole world was turning against me, including myself, that I forgot what you always said to me: "You're important." I also know that you're important and I will never forget all the good things you did for me. And thanks for saying a word to Dad to give me the love and attention that I needed. I suppose I was worthy of that but your actions were most definitely an act of grace.

Houston, We've Got A Problem!

Wow! That's my response after reading the chapter for tonight from Feeling Good. Here I thought I had made all kinds of progress and it turns out I'm still thinking in some majorly unhealthy ways. How does a guy who falls in love with philosophy and logical thinking get so messed up in his own thinking and perception of day-to-day kinds of issues?

The first part starts out well with some common statements about figuring out what causes one's depression and how important it is to deal with that in order to get down to the root of one's depression. There's even a practical method for figuring this out.

It's the test that comes next, proposed as an alternative, easier way to evaluate oneself, that was so alarming to me. In all six areas including approval, love, achievement, perfectionism, entitlement, omnipotence and autonomy, I scored in the negative. The good news is that if I take the coming chapters serious and use the tools of the book, I may be able to overcome these challenges. The bad news is that I must be bringing on this depression myself just because of the way I think. I've been told a number of times that I think too much, but I would say that my problem is not in thinking but just in thinking inappropriately. I suppose not thinking would cut the source and perhaps end my bad thinking.

I had an interesting conversation with a colleague who is helping me with a research program. The truth is that Nahk Bohk should have cast me out of his office a long time ago. The irony is that those things which would seem negative to me like my English communication-skills seeming less fluent than a native speaker usually is, my negative thinking, my complaints about the universities policies, and my lacking the appearance of a preacher and being much gloomier than any other Christian he'd encountered were the very things that made him want to be friends with me. Now I don't quite get this. It would seem like these things are vices and he would want to steer clear of me, but after giving him plenty of reasons not to tell me to come back, he kept inviting me back. Now I think Lewis B. Smedes would call this grace.