Watery Thoughts on Personal Freedoms
in a Vs. Arena
Am feeling beat. Perform my hedonistic
rituals at will here in Korea. The
belly bloats into a spare tire like form. Too much
cheap beer everywhere.
Need to get it together, I think. Some days, I find
it difficult to walk up
to the third floor of my apartment. In a state of
rare motivation, the next
day I walk to one of the many local gyms which dot
the Korean landscape. In
numbers, they are almost in proportion to the cyberias
and neon crosses.
What an obsession minded people. Enter a random club
dedicated to health and
the betterment of physical appearance. The paradox
lies in that it squashed
between two drinking establishments.
Fifty thousand for the first
month, forty for every other month following.
I don't even own a pair of sneakers, so I walk to
the local K-mart, but the
Korean downsized version, where sneakers can be had
for under the equivalent
of ten dollars. Go back and run, sweat, and feel good
about myself. Exercise
is nice.
It was at this particular health
club that I noticed something unusual.
One day, I'm sweating like a race horse after two
minutes on the treadmill,
when another fellow member steps up beside me. Shoeless,
he starts to run.
Strange: shoeless running. Maybe lighter and more
comfortable, as nature
intended. Five minutes and I'm on the point of fainting.
My vision is
blurred and I'm ready to pass out. I sit on a couch
panting, to rest. I am
behind the man running without shoes. His bare feet
are black. It is then I
notice another unusual phenomena. Many of the weightlifters
are wearing
sandals. I own sandals, and I could run barefoot.
Why did I buy shoes,
however cheap and ugly they are and were. Strange.
This could never happen
where I'm from. Proper attire required, which means
shoes. In the unlikely
event that someone were to try and wear sandals while
exercising, staff
members would be on them quicker than hyenas or vultures
to a rotting
carcass.
Why? The answer is quite simple.
Lawsuits. The current legal system breeds
a system where companies must act as daycares for
their customers. In my
opinion, this logic is entirely lacking in Korea.
The barefoot man running
is a bear of a man. And he can run. Everytime, he's
on the damn machine for
an hour. I'm half his age, but can only manage five
to ten minutes,
depending on my mood. The point is, I can't imagine
him filing for lawsuit
if he were to hurt himself while running barefoot.
Neither the
weightlifters. Sandals are allowed because the establishment
respects the
wishes of its customers. It seems to be about personal
responsibility.
View 1: If I drop a weight and crush my toe, I shouldn't
have been wearing
sandals. It's my fault. View 2: If I drop a weight
and crush my toe, you
shouldn't have allowed me to wear sandals. It's your
fault. (Case in point:
Woman is scalded by scalding McDonald's coffee while
driving away from a
drive-thru window holding said scalding coffee between
legs. Hurray for the
people against the evil multi-national. This perpetuates
babysitters and
babies)
If one looks around, it is quite
easy to see examples of personal freedoms
in Korea. Helmetless motorcycle riders, of which I've
seen a few foreigners.
Smoking in any damn place you wish. (As I'm a smoker,
this rule I love. In
Canada, it's the complete opposite. Which is better?)
In Korea, people are
number one. It's your life to choose how to live.
How else do you explain
cheap cigarettes and alcohol, in abundance everywhere
at any hour of the day
and night. A form of state sanctioned suicide and
stress relief. All these
freedoms cause a lot of problems, but the choices
exists. In Canada, ie the
West, people are relegated below the abstract concepts
of law. Alcohol laws,
high cigarette taxes, etc. The inhumane, not for people,
rule. The Republic
takes control and we are babes unto its power.
This is not to say that Korea
is better than the West, or vice versa. They
are different. Maybe it has to do with first
world-third world. Korea is
not a first world country, it is polluted, small,
crowded, but there are
certain freedoms here that are nonexistent in the
West. I prefer to have
choices to make, however damning they may be.
Note: Not a thoroughly thought out
treatise on the subject. As I read over it, I spot the holes miles away. Sorry I couldn't
be asked to refine it and put a semblance of logical armor on it. I
could easily refute it myself, but I hope that what I wished to convey is sort
of, in a indefinate and watery way, CLEAR!
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