6 months in Bangkok and i'm loving it.
I wait a thousand years to cross the busy street with no traffic rules, it has taught me patience.
My hairstylist is a Japanese female who came to Thailand to be a male. He taught me there is no shame in telling a stranger your secrets.
A Thai's name is long and complicated. They have nicknames like Meta, Jedi and the most creative must go to Name. Remembering Thai names and their nicknames trains my memory.
My favourite (illegal) street food stall is at the same spot everyday but one day. The Police works on Monday.
The Thai straight men love taking selfies and checking themselves out in their reflective mobile case. It taught me not to stereotype gender.
Taxi drivers who roll down their windows and ask where i'm going is most likely not to take me anywhere. It taught me perserverance.
The many old farang ( Westerner) and young Thai couples don't disgust me but told me everyone's searching for love in ways they define it to be.
I went for a massage and they asked if i minded a male masseuse. I hesitated until they added, "don't worry, not a real man." I learned to adapt and not mind to have things my way.
I meet people all walks of life, most recently a conspiracy preacher who proved to be more interesting than an inflight movie. The French man has a bag filled with gold and silver, ready to run (to the mountains) the next economy crisis or nuclear war. I learned that to live, is to not fear.
I saw a creepy voodoo spider doll hanging in a taxi, i learned to respect anothers' beliefs.
The friendliest taxi driver i met was a ladyboy who wouldn't stop giggling and keeps an English dictionary in her glove compartment. She taught me happiness is from within.
I walk the same route everyday and i see the same beggars everyday. I tell myself not to turn numb any day.
I volunteer at a shelter for trafficked victims and it taught me i can make a change.