One day, I woke up and I felt a hole on my chest. Next to my right lung, there was a sleeping yellow lizard. I shouted at him, asking what was all that about, but he just handled me a reddish copy of my missing organs: “There you go, as you can see there’s nothing eating your lung. Next time do not sleep over cartoons.”
I had my “Human Design” chart read, and because my Head & Root centers are undefined it shows that I don’t have the natural ability to handle pressure. Bummer.
Pressure is being born to working class parents in South Korea (or North Korea, China, Pakistan, Japan, Nepal, Mongolia, [insert Asian country here]), living in Thailand, and attending a university where every class is taught in English. Kids work hard.