My genetic testing came back in the mail today. I found out that I'm Korean!?!? Now I have to start life all over again, after all these years as an Asian man.
All these years I thought that I was Italian. I ate a lot of spaghetti and meatballs, lasagna, pizza and stuff like that. Hell, I even spent two years living in Italy feeling like a pisano. I've been deceived since birth; my mother and father lied to me. They probably only spoke Italian to further the charade...? Yeah...that's what they did.
Any way, now I understand why I always felt compelled to remove my shoes at the door...I'm Asian...My mother and father used to yell at me, "HEY - put those shoes back on your feet, they stink. I was pretty good at math too in school and, I always respected my elders.
I'm gonna have to start eating Kimchee with my meals. I wonder how well that goes with meatballs? Hmm?
Yeah and kokuma...you know those big fat sweet potatoes? I always liked them anyway; cause I was Korean but didn't know it till now.
Fortunately, an old Korean friend in the donut shop gave me a Korean name many years ago because he liked me; he named me Woo Ahn. He said it meant "good friend" Now that I'm Korean, I'm gonna start using the name he gave me...
Thank God I found out I was Korean before I was dead, so that my family can honor me by leaving the front door open on the anniversary of my death. I can come back and see them as a ghost, and sit at the table where they placed a setting for me (I'll have to instruct them about the 'tradition' though)
Well, that's about all the news I have for today. Thank God for genetic testing. Now I know who I am.
Ahnyun heekaesayo. Sarung hamnita
