St. Patrick’s Day was one holiday I never fully understood while growing up. I knew enough to associate these things with the holiday:
- Wear green
- If you don’t wear green, prepare to be pinched until there’s no tomorrow
- Shamrocks (or “clubs” to a card player)
- Leprechauns (scary, not cute)
- Drinking to the point of oblivion (as with most major holidays)
Thanks to my parents, I never owned a single piece of green clothing during my K-6th grade years. Instead, I was given a Spring Chicken button to wear on St. Patty’s Day. It looked similar to this:
The button had a tiny patch of green to save me from relentless pinching. Except, it was lime-green, bordering a shade of yellow. And the patch was so small I had to yell and scream in order to assure people that I was wearing green before those nasty pinchers could get to me:
“SEE? GREEN!!! Please don’t pinch me.“
Sometimes this tactic worked, oftentimes it didn’t.
I secretly thought I was being punished because I was not of Irish descent. Why should Koreans have to celebrate an Irish holiday anyway?
So forgive me if I’m not in a celebratory mood today. I don’t exactly have a positive association with the holiday.
Or. . .perhaps you’ll find me like this at the end of the day: