Sunday, bloody Sunday
It is Sunday once more and I feel ill-prepared to face the world. I have very little motivation to walk, to sleep, to even eat. At the moment my life is full of dilemmas and junctions, but I think the reality of it is that this has always been the case and only now have I come to take such things seriously.
Last night I unceremoniously ran into a door and hurt my head. I’m fortunate that I have a fringe. It was Jon’s birthday. Jon is the owner of the nightclub Jazzit on the RCA strip of venues. Every time I go to Jazzit an absurd amount of oddities seem to occur. I can’t explain it.
A girl I had met asked me if I was gay last night. That was perhaps the one-millionth time someone has asked me that very same question. Google analytics also tells me that there are number of gay- and ladyboy-related websites linking to Whatismatt.com (which is great; I want a diverse readership). However, I like girls, although girls are forever the source of my uncertainty in life. Once again last night I said “Hello” to a number of people I did not recognize.
And do you want to know what I did yesterday? I rode the Skytrain… all day. That was it. I had nothing to do and decided to ride the Skytrain, partly as some sort of social experiment and partly for my column in a Bangkok magazine. The experiment was partially successful, albeit very boring.
I really hurt my head yesterday. I feel sick. But one thing that has cheered me up this morning is my remembering that I walked into my local 7-Eleven and saw the dog that I hate asleep on the floor in the potato-chip section of the store.
This is the dog that often bites me, so I was more than a little happy to see him at his lowest.
The girl in 7-Eleven was also surprised to see the dog, whose name is Giaow, in the store.
Attempts to move him proved futile. This dog was a lifeless carcass and it was a little sad to see him like this. He was unresponsive to both kicks and slaps. I even gave him a little kick as retribution for all the times he tried to attack me, but somehow the action was hollow.
Also, it was pointed out to me yesterday that there is a blog named WhereisDavid.com. Apologies to the owner of this site if he thinks I have ripped him off. I had not seen WhereisDavid.com until this morning.
The dog's still alive?
I dropped by on your web site several times but have never left any comment. This is time for it ; ) I am a dog person and I hope he still alive.
Anyway, your story is funny though in regards to people thought you were gay. Were you? Hehehe… Keep up the nice story. Cheers! ^_^
Hey Matt,
No need to apologize at all, there are tons of other websites with similar names actually. I stop by your site and can admit that I enjoy its take on Bangkok. Seems like we have some mutual friends so I'm sure we'll get a chance to meet in person sometime.
cheers,
david