…Lets go to Asia
Unexpectedly, a delightful surprise landed in my Twitter DMs — a message from someone who had stumbled upon my article and expressed their genuine enjoyment of it. I guess that was the single motivation i needed to write something this month. Perhaps because i have a tiny crush on him. (let’s keep that as our little secret, shall we?)
Lately, I’ve come to recognize an intriguing facet of my personality — I’m quite susceptible to being swept away by a whirlwind of emotions. This is most likely because I have committed myself into watching Korean and Taiwanese dramas. (Before I get into that though, I learned that Taipei is pronounced Tie-Pay, not Tie-Pie. It rhymes with ‘Highway’, not ‘Wifi.’ And it hurts my brain to say it right. This must be what people feel like when they’re told Oaxaca is pronounced Wah-ha-kah, not O-zaa-kah. Apologies, I like to digress).
Back on track, there are a couple things I haven’t been able to get off my mind since i got immersed in these shows and dramas. One of them revolves around how the way love is felt and shared is as unique as the place it blossoms. Yes, I’m fully aware of the often unrealistically rosy picture painted in these dramas, but i think the dating culture in Nigeria and Asia is by far different. They tend to be more genuine and open to affection while we are more trapped in the ‘hard guy’ facade, that deep down possess the desire to be loved. It’s almost as if we’re engaging in a transaction rather than cultivating genuine relationships.
These shows are packed with emotions that crash over you like waves, which has an uncanny knack for connecting with people around the world. Left me yearning for intense, passionate love. They Truly make me happy. I’m happy because I don’t see them fighting their innate biological feelings, trying not to come off as weak. It’s like looking through a kaleidoscope, each twist revealing the unique cultural background that shapes how their love is told and felt. It’s refreshing, to be honest.
The contrast with our own context here can’t help but leave me somewhat sad. There’s an ache that arises from the realization that I might never experience that kind of profound affection. I keep on screaming, ‘Haiiiiii! Where do people find this kind of love?’ But I’m holding onto hope that my own tale might one day unfold in a similar fashion.
With this article, my aim is to embrace my naivety and vulnerability, acknowledging my desire to be cherished. Just as I tend to unleash a series of random tweets on my twitter burner account (yes, I’m owning up to it). I’m really a lover girl through & through.
Alright, enough of that blab. If you’re a fan of something cheesy, I recommend Nineteen to Twenty on Netflix. It is an unscripted Korean reality show that kept me invested for weeks on end. And No, it is not as annoying and cliche as Love Is Blind. So, go ahead and indulge!
I’ll sign off here, my dear readers. There was really no clear direction for this article anyway. I merely seized my laptop on this rainy Friday morning to let my thoughts flow freely. Until next time, sending love your way.
Love as always,
Benazir
