The idiotic separation happened to me in high school and maybe that is why I reacted differently when it started to happen again in my senior year of college. My girlfriend decided to dump me because she was taking a semester off for an internship that was a four hour's drive away. I refused to take this lying down and actually drove down to see her at the halfway point - she was still not convinced but was impressed. A month after that she had a very difficult situation, and I spent some serious time helping her overcome it. That changed everything- because I was there when her family and friends were not. We have been married for 43 years now.

This is why it pains me to see the way separation tropes are used in dramas: What makes them idiotic is that you can often do something about it. Fate can be fought. Part of what I loved about OUR BELOVED SUMMER is that at the end our cople is separated for a substantial time- but for a good reason and, more importantly, they actively did something about it. This is not always possible for every separation but the fact that doing something about it never even seems to be considered just dives me up a wall.

I get what I call "physical dyslexia" when I'm tired or stressed - and I get stressed often in social situations - which makes for countless instances of me very publicly falling on my face/ over other people in the stupidest ways.
I also drop things out of the blue. I've been known to be holding a cup of coffee, taking a double take at it and hastily turning it upside down because for a second I thought that it was upside down.
But my most embarrassing moment was when I was trying to make myself useful at a family celebration at my kids' school. I went to get a whole tray of cups of coffee and when I was trying to reach the table from behind a guy who was sitting at the table, I somehow managed to drop the whole tray of hot coffee on this guys bald head (no harm done). For a moment I felt like the soul left my body👻

This isn't my story, but I do know someone who's parents lived together to put on a front for their adult son when he would come to visit, rather than admit that they had divorced and were leading separate lives. When he found out, he was extremely hurt. He has since forgiven them, but it was hard for him to do.

My new appartement is on a rooftop! And I love it, it's actually situated on a mansion in the centre of the city. But sadly the owner isn't the Gamjatang prince. And Im not Dali, but I love herrrrrr and wish I'd studied arts too.

Death:
Nearly truck of doomed with my sister. That truck really came out of NOWHERE. It was literally like W. If someone tells me that an annoying webtoond writer got sick of us (their characters) and tried to kill us by drawing that truck in a rush, I would believe that person.

Home life:
Abusive dad that doesn't want to get out of/tries to come back to your life (plus, dude plays the victim and cries you a river).
Being poor lol.
Not being able to pay rent (Or I could make a 2x1 and say "typical student that has good grades even when they're family couldn't support them and it's studying for free but doesn't have money to pay the rent in a big city"?).
Living with friends.
Listening/watching my mom crying in secret.
Listening my family talk about me in secret.

Supposed to be romantic?:
Someday I fell in some dude's arms or he saved me from being hit by a car, something l ike that. But I was a kid so I don't think it counts (even tho I'm pretty sure I thought that was a kdrama moment at the time and that we were were destined to be together -maybe kids shouldn't watch kdramas lol-).

Sad:
Forgetting (blocking) mess up stuff that happens to me or that I do.

Once I vented my problems to a homeless dude that was always was around my neightborhood. I literally set by his side and started to talk about my feelings and that man was talking to himself (he didn't pay any attetion to me tbh) and everyone that passed was like "wth are these two freaks doing here talking to themselves" (we were sitting in the middle of the street).

But crying on the bus is the trope of my life, I do that a lot, tbh.
Also going to the playground, sit on the swing and cry.
Or just sit somewhere on the street and cry.
I don't like to cry at home lol.

In my case, it wasn't a Truck of Doom, rather, it was a '64 Impala Super Sport of Doom. On New Year's Eve Eve (December 30) 1970, three of my classmates and I were heading to set up our community youth center for NYE celebration. As we walked across the highway heading towards the center, the Impala of Doom crested a small rise, doing 65+ in a 35 zone and plowed into our group. I was in the lead so I got the worst of it. It knocked me up and I broke his windshield with my head. I then continued flying through the air for another 50 or so feet until I landed in a ditch. He hit two of my classmates with a glancing blow, one broke his lower leg and the other developed phlebitis in her thigh.
We lived 17 miles out in the country, so it took a while for an ambulance to arrive and haul us to the hospital. When we arrived, they carted me to triage, (but I didn't get my IV de jour like in KDrama land) and the doc told my mother that they knew I had a badly broken left leg (it was pointing a few directions, none of them straight), and a head injury. He said that they were concerned about internal injuries, perhaps a fractured skull and/or neck. He then went into the exam room.
An hour later, he comes out of the exam room, shaking his head ominously, and my mother thought the worst.
He told her that he didn't understand it, my only injuries were my fractured leg, a concussion, a cut to my head and a good case of being shaken up.

Back in the day, I got to spend two weeks in the hospital recuperating, they gave me a cast that reached from my toes all the way up my leg, and sent me on my way.

In an ironic twist, the driver that hit me had another wreck a year later, less than a mile from where he hit me, which threw him out of his car and rendered him a quadriplegic.

I have an incomplete trope:
Cut my thumb a few weeks ago, it was deep enough to need stitches and so i went to the clinic myself. Later, i watched a drama where the FL got like a papercut and was fussed over by the ML. I shouted at the screen “where’s my drama hero when i had a bleeding cut??” 😂😩

Sigh... Sad to say but, the rejection scene from Playful Kiss. I was in a boarding house in High School and my roommates convinced me to give my best friend a gift for Valentine's Day (I'm sure you know where this is going? 🥲)

I really didn't like him that way but they were convinced that I did so they prepared a gift for me (palm sized teddy bear and a plastic rose - boarding house remember?) and I gave it to him in class the next day (Val's day).

Dude laughed and eventually gave the teddy bear to some other girl later that day 😏

It was quite annoying but I was kinda thankful that I didn't like him.