Friday afternoon.
Currently posted up at the Pot Shop trying to cure my hangover that I got from partying too hard last night. Somehow all of my money was still in my wallet and I didn’t have a copy of my receipt, which is not normal. I think maybe the guy from Singapore paid my tab? I can’t remember. I will just say it’s always good to keep a friend from Singapore around. They are not afraid to break out the company credit card to pay the tab. Let’s all give it up for corporate expense accounts.
I don’t usually get this messed up these days. I would say this is probably the third time I got a little too wild and ended up with a hangover. Most nights I am relatively well-behaved so I can conduct my interviews and still wake up early in the morning to write.
The good news is that I do remember most of my interview with the guy from Singapore. He said he works in Logistics. Something to do with the New Silk Road, which is really just the Old Silk Road. He says yes, it’s true, everyone moved to Singapore from Hong Kong, but now they all want to come to Bangkok. It’s good for the value of the Baht, but it will make things more expensive. He says it’s about to become the next Malaysia.
Then he was saying that he is frustrated with the West right now because they are lagging behind. The U.S., especially, is determined to stay in the past and drag everyone down. He says Asians are taught that the West is superior, but he doesn’t see that at all, especially these days. He doesn’t see Asians as superior though. He believes everyone should have a seat at the table because everyone brings a different perspective and learns from each otherThat’s what I’m saying, bro. Vibes.
I told him I want to go to Singapore. He said it’s soulless and boring, lol. He’s lived there too long. He likes Bangkok better, but the schools aren’t as good as in Singapore and he needs to think about his kids. I respect that.
He says he likes this bar because it’s one of the only places where bar girls don’t approach him. He can just chill and hang out with the crowd. He likes Americans, generally, but Europeans? Ugh, no. A lot of people I’ve met here prefer Americans to Europeans and Aussies. We are apparently more direct, straightforward, and chill. We are also more relaxed and open-minded in general.
He told me he is Muslim and hates the questions he gets asked sometimes. He was like, “Why would I want four wives? One wife is enough! Have you ever been married? Try it sometime and then tell me you want to deal with not one, but four wives. How does anyone even have time?”
Yeah, idk, how does anyone even have time for more than one wife? The answer is they don’t. It’s a leftover rule from back when men had all the resources and took widows and single mothers into their homes so no one would be homeless on the street. It’s a status thing. It says, “Look how much money I have. I can afford to feed, house, and clothe four families.” They’re not actually spending that much time with them. Like the polygamy cult Mormons…
And so the interview concluded and then we all went crazy and took the Fireball shots. I do not usually partake in the shots these days because of too many bad experiences in South Dakota, but last night I did. When in Singapore, right? Right.
[Cut to montage of the bar regulars, this dude from Singapore wearing sunglasses, and myself all getting fucked up at the bar on the company’s dime while “Shots” by LMFAO plays in the background.]
Yes, having recounted all of this just now, I am sure he paid my tab now. Mystery solved.
Oh, I love this neighborhood. It’s like… who will I meet today? Where are they from? What do they do? What opinions do they have about the world? Are they picking up the check? lol, just kidding.
Definitely took my mind off the British Guy, lol. I’m glad my constant presence at the American Bar has been his main motivation for “Sober October.” I haven’t seen him since that ridiculous night, lol. It’s probably for the best.
Please note how I am not bothering him during his sobriety period the way he was bothering me during my celibacy period. So clearly I am the better person here. Just saying.
Oh my god, can you even believe I’m turning 37 in two fucking weeks? Ugh. I’m just going to start telling people I’m 27 because no one believes me when I say I’m in my late 30’s anyway. Shoutout to my simple skincare routine, which I could get money from by posting affiliate links, but I am too dumb to do that.
I swear half the reason I hang out in this Pot Shop for as long as I do is because of the music. They always play the best music here. It’s not stuff I would ever think of to look for on my own, but I really, really like it. It’s mostly a lot of hip hop and dance music. Love it.
The weather is finally turning around. It’s been rainy most of the time I’ve been here. The sun is finally coming out. Definitely pool weather now. Finally, I get to experience the lovely weather in SEA I keep hearing about. I feel like it’s been raining the entire time I’ve been in Asia. It probably has…
The budtender says it’s his birthday tomorrow. He is celebrating by taking a girl to an island. Wow, that’s what I should do. Well, I mean, I should find some rich, handsome man who has a tolerable personality and excellent bedroom skills to take me to an island, and pay for everything, of course, because it’s my birthday.
Not sure where I’m going to find one of those, lol. I keep meeting men with the most detestable personalities. I don’t know why I’m sexually attracted to people I hate. What’s going on there?
Probably some weird psychological shit leftover from dating Merrick, who was the best sex I’ve ever had specially because we hated each other so much. Feelings are feelings! Hate is a strong emotion. We channeled a lot of very strong emotions into the sex we had. It was a real thing that left me totally fucked up emotionally and physically for a very long time. I still can’t have normal relationships, as we have all learned from this blog.
I definitely need an editor. This blog is a mess. I just put my thoughts down on paper and don’t self-censor at all. What is even happening here right now? Ugh.
What a fucking shitshow. Welcome to my fucking life…
Time to go dance to Murder on the Dancefloor. Have a good one!