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A Personal Story Update: Pattaya, Thailand

It's good, or at least forward moving (not bad). I'm 64, so mortality looms larger by the year.

... I don't think you contemplate mortality very much in your youth, and that mindset lingers on for decades—thank God it does. You shouldn't be fixated on that shit when you're young, because accidents do happen, and yeah, children and young people die sometimes. But normally, the percentages are so damn low that people just don't want to dwell on it or even think about it. Hell, it's probably never a good idea to obsess over mortality at any age.

What happens, though, is that as you get older, you reach a point where you just know it can happen any day, any time. People drop dead regularly in their 50s, 60s, and 70s—it's a fact of life. Sure, plenty make it into their 80s, and I'm fortunate that most of my family has done just that, without dying from all the typical crap like heart disease, cancer, and strokes that plague so many others.

I'm damn lucky in that regard, and it holds true on both sides of my family, not just one. I always think about it, yet here I am with uncles scattered all over the place in their 70s and 80s, and they're doing just fine. I count myself among the fortunate: my father is 87 years old and still works every goddamn day, while my mother is 84 and somehow escaped what looked like a death sentence about a year ago.

I live isolated out here in Thailand. I can't just stroll into some cushy setup like Kaiser or typical American medical care. The healthcare here? It's a straight-up risky endeavor. Far better to be self-insured and pay as you go, but that's a subject for another post entirely.

... As most people who've been reading my writings for a long time know, I'm an unconventional guy. I don't subscribe to the endless chatter and yak-yak that so many males in this human species spew out, because to me, they're always filtering their words through some pathetic lens: "What will my wife think? What will my girlfriend think? What will a woman think?" I just don't do that shit. Hey, if that works for you, fine—knock yourself out. But me? I say what I want, I do what I want, and then I let grandmas and chicks alike just warm up to a man who's his own man, not some try-hard filtering his every word to please her.

So now, what I'm gonna do is dive into a video I just made—and I explained the backstory in the video itself, but basically, it's about how Pattaya is going through something that could be called a recession or outright depression. There are a number of reasons for it, but the primary ones I've seen floated by content creators here in Pattaya are, number one, they've priced themselves out of the market. That's the big claim. The second one—and I'm gonna lay this out here rather than in the video, because I'm being more stern about it—is all the fucking young Indian males. Now, it's not racist, but it is absolutely cultural, because there's an enormous cultural difference with these guys. India is a massive country, and I know plenty of high-status Indians in my life, but these are your average Indian dudes showing up here, and they're shocking everybody all the time with how low-IQ and culturally inept they are. Just leave it at that, okay?

One more thing: Because Pattaya is a transactional kind of environment, what happened is that these Indian tourists who came here could never get any sway just going around like every other dude from Western cultures does—from Americans, Australians, New Zealanders, to Europeans of all stripes. They couldn't get a leg up. So what did they do? They brought in big money and, right on parts of Walking Street in Pattaya, they built about five or ten highly capitalized Indian clubs. Now, nobody goes in there except Indians and the few Thai girls who are okay with going with Indians—which is damn few.

In a typical nightclub—what they call a farang nightclub here (farang meaning white foreigner in Thai)—it's a lot more women than men, and the pickings are great. But you step into one of these Indian nightclubs? It's 90% Indian males and about 10% Thai women. That's the cold, hard reality. And again, you're gonna think I'm sounding racist, but it's cultural, not racist. I have lots of Indian friends, but these guys are not at all understanding that they're in a different culture, and they're not adapting to that different culture one damn bit. And yet, if you observe them, guys holding hands with other guys and walking down the street five abreast with their arms around each other, it must be very dim for hot chicks in India. I digress.

I reiterate: MEN seek out hot pussy to pursue and fuck. There is no other way human civilization advances. Theorize all you want. I've just told you the base inviolable fundamental. Nice guys always finish last. Or, they never do as well, and they ultimately become like women in all important essentials.

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