Thursday afternoon.
Sitting in my loft after meditating for awhile. I just let the answers come to me now. It’s such a relief to not have to clear away any anger for once. It’s just there.
Mr. Irish Guy appeared to me. He had this very powerful aura around him that made me feel very uneasy and nervous. I feel very unsettled about what happened the other day. I feel like I stepped in some shit I don’t understand.
In the vision, I was sitting behind the bar on the Island of Lost Guys serving him a drink. I asked him, “Why did you come here?”
He said, “I just wanted to show you how much better Irishmen are than Englishmen.”
“That is totally fair and valid. I hear you, I see you, I validate you in your struggle. And you did a great job of teaching me, sir. You really showed me.
“Unfortunately, you still came in second place after the Mexican. It’s like you started to build that house, but you only showed up with the blueprints and no supplies at all. Meanwhile, he built multiple houses in one afternoon alone, then he built more again that night, and then he woke up again in the morning and built another house, you know what I’m saying? Then he took me out for lunch and dinner and we went on the Ferris Wheel. It was all very romantic and sweet. And then we went back to my place and built more houses together. You can’t beat that. You just can’t. Why? Because you already have that waiting for you at home. So just go back there where you belong.”
He just stared at me for a long time with that same WTF face he was making at me all night at the bar.
“So, yes,” I continued, “Unfortunately, you will have to accept the Silver Medal in the Battle of Betsey’s Bangkok Boyfriends. Your consolation prize is a one-way ticket to my personal Island Paradise to enjoy exclusive, elite, first class access to all the 5-star amenities any time you want. Also, please know the Englishman did not win a medal at all. The bronze went to Panama.”
“I hear you,” he said with a nod, “But… Is there any way I can challenge these results? I’m not used to coming in Second Place. I want the gold.”
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea. I don’t think we should see each other again. I am very curious person. I’m gonna want to know all of your dirty little secrets, of which I’m sure you have many, and that’s gonna be a problem for you. Meanwhile, your whole situation has already given me multiple headaches. I don’t need another married man in my life. As you’ll see, there’s already several on this island.”
“Can your silence be bought?”
“That depends on what you’re offering me. Tell you what. Why don’t you schedule me into that little agenda of yours and call on me whenever you choose? Let’s see if you’re worth taking the time to negotiate with.”
He smirked at me, paid his tab with his black card, and disappeared off into the jungle to explore the rest of the island.
Whew! What a whirlwind! No one even saw that challenger coming! Clearly these English guys are making enemies wherever they go.
So fun. Totally and completely Delusional? Maybe. Hilarious and entertaining? Definitely.
Hmmm…. What should I do? Where should I go? Should I go to an island? I feel like this entire month has been ridiculous and all I want to do now is lay on a beach and drink rum. Too bad I need to find a job before I go broke in a foreign country.
Why not both?
I have to go eat something now. I am not been very healthy since I left the yoga school in Bali. Not good. I’m just over here being stupid and reckless and messing with people I shouldn’t be messing with, all while looking at it through the lens of a movie like a child would.
*sings*
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well
Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well