Necessary pretext: I am a nervous laugher. I laugh uncontrollably in bad situations. I’ve laughed at funerals, giggled at being dumped, chuckled at the doctor’s and chortled at the dentist’s. So it should come as no surprise that, after my first half-marathon resulted in a strikingly painful bout of runner’s knee, my first visit to a Korean acupuncture clinic was a seemingly delightful experience, as I was laughing all the way through.
It was not delightful. It was weird and I’m still not sure if I liked it. Read these following notes with the background noise of a white boy’s awkward laughter throughout.