My Mister — We All Carry Our Own Weight

I usually stay away from dark, heavy dramas.

When I watch a movie or a TV series, I tend to choose comedy or action—something that doesn’t leave me feeling weighed down afterward.

Life can already be hard enough. I never really understood why I should spend my free time watching something that makes me feel even sadder.

So when a friend kept telling me to watch My Mister, I wasn’t interested at first. She told me she had watched the entire series four or five times.

I remember thinking, What could possibly be so special about it?

Eventually, I gave it a try.

And honestly, the first few episodes were difficult to watch.

Everything felt heavy—the colors, the music, the expressions on people’s faces. It almost felt as if the drama itself were depressed.

Ji-an’s life, especially, was painfully difficult to watch.

She had been carrying far too much for someone so young. Maybe because life had been so hard on her, she was always watching the people around her, reading their expressions and noticing things others missed.

At first, I thought she was simply living a life of constantly watching what other people thought of her.

But as I kept watching, I began to see it differently.

Maybe because life had been so difficult, she had learned to see things that other people couldn’t.

And Dong-hoon sees her, too.

While others treat Ji-an carelessly because she has no money, status, or power, he simply sees her as a person.

This isn’t really a story about one person saving another.

It is about two people carrying very different burdens who somehow find comfort in each other—and, without realizing it, give that comfort back.

Watching them made me think about something.

Don’t we all tend to believe that our own life is the hardest?

But when we look around a little more carefully, we realize that everyone is carrying something we may know nothing about.

And maybe happiness has less to do with our circumstances than with the way we choose to look at our lives.

So often, we judge our lives through the eyes of other people.

We look at what others have and how they live, and then use those things to decide whether our own lives are good enough.

But what if being happy with our own life is enough?

One of the things I loved most about My Mister was that it didn’t try to make life look prettier than it really is.

There are no perfect people or picture-perfect lives.

Instead, we see tired, imperfect, sometimes frustrating people who feel like people we might actually know.

And strangely, the world that felt so depressing to me in the beginning gradually began to feel warm.

There are also so many lines in this drama that stayed with me. Sometimes I would stop, rewind, and listen to a scene again just because I wanted to hold onto the words a little longer.

Eventually, I watched the entire series twice.

Even now, sometimes I turn on a random episode for no particular reason.

I already know what happens.

I just want to hear Dong-hoon’s voice and Ji-an’s voice again.

It isn’t the kind of drama I return to because it is entertaining.

It feels more like returning to people I want to see again when life feels a little heavy.

My Mister first aired in 2018, and I discovered it years later. So many people have already watched it, and there are probably thousands of reviews about it.

The world probably doesn’t need another review of My Mister.

But I wanted to leave this one here anyway.

Just because I want to remember it for a long time.

That is what My Mister became for me.

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