Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200

I have never been good with directions, but take away my native tongue, my alphabet, street signs, my own automobile, and its like "Where's Waldo?" I found myself near tears after just not knowing where the hell I was. I was supposed to be meeting up with people for someone's birthday, but ended up on the other side of the city thanks to two subway stops that are only spelled differently by one letter. The right stop would have taken about 25 minutes; the wrong stop took about an hour and 15 minutes, and ruined plans for Saturday night. Shit.
The addresses in Korea are so screwed up, that I don't think most Koreans know where they are or where they are going. There are no street signs in Korea, and the numbers on buildings are assigned as they built........meaning there's building number 14 and right next to it is building 221. That's really awesome, let me tell ya. Apparently, there is a YMCA within walking distance of my apartment, but I can't find it, or an address, and of course Korean directions don't help. Even in my own neighborhood which I have now lived in for a month, I get turned in circles two or three times in an outing. I should have a picture of me in tears to post. That would sum up the way I feel about all this. The best way to make amends with the night: buy a big bottle of red wine and some chocolate to go along with a good movie. Those are three of things you can almost always rely on in a different country.