A Small Record of Observation

Today, I want to write about an “angel” I once met — a man I used to care about deeply. This is a continuation of my previous essay. The Man Who Broke My World — and Set My Life in Motion To put it simply, after my relationship with him collapsed, everything in my life began to improve. I suddenly found myself able to work twice as much as before. My diet and exercise habits improved, and my body felt noticeably better. My skin and hair changed in ways that surprised me. I be

I once fell deeply in love with a man. This is part of that story. To some people, what he said to me would be enough to define him. When I told a German housemate about it, he reacted immediately. “He’s an asshole.” It surprised me — not because I disagreed, but because I realized how serious it sounded in English. The phrase he used carried a history. It was tied to the sexualization of Asian women, something widely recognized as inappropriate. It hurt. And yet — even now —