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Advice Opinions and Travel

2007-01-02 15:06:00

Advice Opinions and Travel

I am slowly becoming a person from a culture different than the USA. My native culture is the USA, however by living outside the USA for up to 10 years, I have become a different person. We wish, I wish, I hope I could retain my own culture, yet I know this is ridiculous. I become part of everything and every person in jmy path.

No person, idea, dream, in my path can be avoided, they all reside in my memories.

More correct they leave an invisible mark on my brain, they have left a permanent scar on my brain. Maybe a tattoo on the cells of my brain, some tattoo on the brain made by choice, while others were placed there against my choice.

I think of Paul Simon the singer, he sang a song about a boxer.
- he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down -

I hope make good choice, I hope I continually choose to be the good path, I hope the punches received against my wishes miss their mark. It is so easy to become cold and jade, to turn my smile from people to hide my thought behind the blank. The blank face we use to ignore the world.

Too Cool
Thailand is known as a land of smiles, I sadly believe this is a view of the culture maybe 50 years ago and has long been lost. I see modern cold city blank dominating the faces. They have become too cool.

The face of the city person, the cold nothing, the too cool, too far away look, the impossible to breach face of persons who believe,
- I should NOT talk with you, why would you say hello to me, what give you the right to say hello to me. -

I suppose writers have obsessions, they have some type of dream of changing the world. To say the words in a way that change a person. Paul Simon said words that changed my life, not in a big way, he just nicked me and I remember the scar.

Yes, if I could, or you could, would you say the perfect sentence, give the perfect advice, opinion that would change the world. I see the - Blank - the person gave me - The Blank - as the pandemic of modern society

It could be possible that city people go to the country to find the people that will say hello to them, when nobody else still has the ability. I left a small town and go out and say hello to people.

I have this annoying habit of saying hello to all the people at the reception desk of hotels. I enjoy the looks on their face, I enjoy their confusion, I enjoy trying to break the blanks. A girl last night ask me,
- How was you day. -

She then says,
- Always good. -

She did not wait for me to reply, she put words in my mouth, This girl is on my side, when I say hello to her, she goes to extra lengths to say hello back to me, to extend the hand of friendship for no reason, except it is a good idea. She is not afraid, she is a warrior, she is not afraid, she says to me with her eyes, thanks, I appreciate your hello, I am your friend.

I had this conversation about the city of Pattaya. My friend met a couple form Pattaya that was saying he needed to go to Pattaya to the bars, in Pattaya everyone says hello. Like the show Cheers where everyone knows you name. The story of the corner bar, the local, the place where you enter and everyone says hello.

I said yes, Pattaya may be a place where everyone says hello, it is not that simple. I have never been to Pattaya and not sure I am going soon.. hehehe It is one of the Sex Tourism Capitals of the world, and probably the reason why all the girls say hello is because they want to also break you down and compel you to somehow say yes to their desire to give you friendship in return for money.

It does feel good to have everyone in the bar say hello.

But... there is no reason to wait for the other person to say hello or to go to a place where everyone says hello. Think, why do you wait for the other person to say hello, are you a blank, or are you a hello. I just beat to the punch, I smack many people in the face with a hello, try to punch that blank off their faces.

How to remove the blank from faces...?

I do not know, I hope to strive to one day say hello to everyone, somehow just forget the person next to me is trying to ignore me. What a ridiculous goal, try to ignore a possible friend, what is their quest. The really do need to drink, to drug, they need to find a way to open the door to that blank face.

I should say hello today to every person, no exceptions, I wonder how my day will be.

I am just a poor boy, though my storys seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance,
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Where the ragged people go.
Lookin for the places, only they would know.

Lie-la-lie ...

Asking only workmans wages I come lookin for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue.
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
I took some comfort there.
Oooh la, la, la ...

And the years are rollin by me.
They are rockin evenly.
I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be.
Thats not unusual.
It isnt strange,
After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes, we are more or less the same.

Lie-la-lie ...

Then Im laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
Going home, where the new york city winters arent bleedin me.
Leadin me, to goin home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
I am leaving, I am leaving.
But the fighter still remains.