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What Went Wrong (bad business practices)

When I was in high school, I thought about suicide a lot.  Not me personally committing it, but thinking about other people who wanted to do it.

Me thinking – “How awesome would that be?  To have absolutely no fear of death.  I would be able to do or try ANYTHING without any fear of the consequences.”

My reasoning was that if you’re not afraid to die, that means you have nothing to lose.  You’re at rock bottom.  Complete and utter freedom.

But then depression hit me much later on in life and I found out the truth about suicide.  It’s not about not fearing death, it’s about fearing life.

When you’re suicidal, you don’t care about anything or anyone but yourself, it’s selfish.

And it’s debilitating, like having a physical illness that keeps you in bed all day, keeps you from going out and doing things, learning things.  It’s the opposite of bravery, opposite what I thought it meant in high school.

I had a suicidal friend in high school.  She was a closet lesbian, in love with a girl in her class.  I couldn’t for the life of me understand why she was miserable and wanted to off herself.

Me – “You have no fear of dying.  Don’t you understand how freeing that is?  You can do anything with your life, not fear the consequences, go anywhere, do anything.  Why waste it on killing yourself?  You have no fear now, so why waste it?  Aren’t you curious to see what happens?  You’re already at rock bottom so anything that happens to you would be better than where you are now.”

Her – “Have you been planning this speech?”

No, I have not been planning this speech, but I’ve thought about it a lot.  And whatever I said to her made her think twice.  She had no argument and actually started to feel hopeful.

I’m thinking about this now, not because I’m suicidal, but because it reminds me of what I’m going through with my business.

It’s like I keep fighting for selfish reasons and the more I fight, the more scared, anxious and depressed I become.  Suicide is all about being scared, not brave.  It’s not about being curious about where your journey takes you, it’s about being in control of when it ends.  The ending is all you’re able to control and you want the tourture to stop.

I’m on a journey, that’s all.  Curiosity is the key in this battle, not fear.

I was talking to an old friend with whom I worked with at the Aquaturf (a banquet facility).

Her – “I hated that job.  I hated going outside to see how beautiful it was and I was stuck there working missing the day.”

Me – “I loved working there.  I loved going outside to see how beautiful it was and I was appreciative that I was there working with people I loved, all in the same boat.”

I felt her mind shift and she said – “Yeah, I need to be more appreciative.”

I felt her entire perspective change in an instant.  Just like it did with the suicidal girl in high school.

I have to remember who I am.  I’m someone who appreciates and loves life and can easily love everyone around me.  I’ve always been thankful, always thankful, always loved.  I got freaking employee of the year at the Aquaturf my first year there (out of hundreds!).  That shows you a bit of just how loved I was, and how much I loved the place.

Owning a business takes all that appreciation and thankfulness away and replaces it with anxiety and fear of losing it all, but my advice to the suicidal girl makes me think twice;  Aren’t I curious to see what happens next?”

It’s like saying “fuck this shit” and going off to actually do something about your problems.

Since August, I’ve been doing everything I can to save my business.  I started washing sheets, changed employee’s to independent contractors, cut hours, I’m in the process of downsizing to a cheaper place that just so happens to be an improvement to where I am now.  And I’m not selling online deals anymore.  Fuck this shit, you know?  Shit’s gotta change.

And here I am on the brink of the precipice.  Waiting for the zoning permit to go through, waiting until next month when the last of the online deals have expired.

I’m waiting for the last of my keys, my two last chances, to open new doors;  No more online deals and a better, more visible location.

I just slept for 12 hours.  It’s Saturday and I have no clients.  But my employee’s have 10 altogether, 3 of which are online deals.  I have to pull $60 out of my ass to pay the therapists who massaged them.

Four of the clients today are members – that money is already gone too, but one of them is paying extra for a bonus birthday massage and another is adding a $25 upgrade for a 90-minute massage.  Two clients are random new clients and the last of the ten scheduled today bought a package of 3 massages at my old business, Massage by Melanie, and that money is definitely gone.

According to the schedule, I’ll make about $190 today.  Plus I need to charge John’s card, a member client whom I massaged yesterday for his birthday massage so that brings me up to $245.

If not for the online deals, my employee’s would be massaging more birthday people and random new clients.  I won’t be negative $60, but plus $120.  And when we move to the better location, we’ll be massaging more new people due to better signage.

I strongly believe that my actions as of late has changed the fate of my business.

Where I went wrong:

  • I let my broken armed therapist sit and answer phones.
  • I hired Anthony to replace her.
  • Sold more online deals to cover the cost of my broken armed therapist now turned receptionist.
  • Had to hire another therapist to help with all the new online deal clients.
  • Hired an esthetician and added facials thinking it would bring in more members.
  • Rented the two empty rooms upstairs because I needed an extra room for facials.

One bad decision, turning my broken armed therapist into a receptionist, snowballed into making more bad decisions.  These decisions cost me thousands upon thousands of dollars.

The upside is, I know exactly what happened.  I know exactly what went wrong.

The first three bullet points are taken care of, now it’s just the last 3 to contend with.  The forth bullet point won’t be cause for concern once the online deals are done with.

Once I move, I won’t be renting the two extra rooms anymore which leaves me with my last problem, my esthetician.

One remedy I thought up is to buy an inferred sauna.  Clients who spend money to use it, will cover the cost of my esthetician to be there.

Right now my esthetician is giving facials to mostly online deal people and once those deals have expired, she’d be lucky to get 3 clients a week.  Facials are not as popular as massage – something I wish I knew before hiring her.

I’m paying her over $800 a month to do facials on people who already bought their facial and who’s money is already gone.  Over $800 a month I have to pull out of my ass, until that is, after next month when the deals expire.  That leaves me with my only idea, the inferred sauna idea.  And to have her preform mini eye-lifts to clients after their massage.

I can’t have her do mini eye-lifts now because I’d hate to have her come in only for a 10-minute session – the cost is too great and I’d lose money.  But with the sauna, it’s more likely I’d get a return on investment.  Plus she can answer phones.

Ugh, owning a business…..shit sucks.  Well, right now it sucks.

You want to see what happens when you ignore problems?


Calcified plaque, hard as rock.  A lifetime of not brushing your teeth.

I have to remember who I am.  I’m actually quite obsessed with oral hygiene.  I’m NOT this person.

And I’ll never give up on anything.


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Are you nice, or are you just scared?

There’s a difference between being nice and being kind (I’ll get to the fear part later).

Let’s say you have a pair of really nice looking shoes.  You look wonderful in them, but your feet feel awful.  Those shoes are nice, not kind.

Now let’s say you traded in your nice looking shoes for a pair of orthopedics.  The orthopedics are ghastly, but they are kind to your feet.

Outside appearances can be nice but that’s all they are – insubstantial substitutes for actual caring.

Common sense, right?  Well, what I’m getting at is, why be “nice” in the first place?  I mean, if you don’t really mean it?  If it does nothing but make yourself look good.

I snapped out of it today.  I came to that point of not giving a damn and all my niceties shit the bed.  I snapped out of the illusion of being nice.

First I woke up to my brother and his girlfriend fighting.  She stormed out and said she’ll never be back (she’s back).  Then the detective called wanting to know if he can stop by the business today to go over loose ends, then one of my member clients complained that he didn’t know he was being charged every month and demanded his $350 dollars back.

And I had four clients and had to wash sheets.  

One client was a borderline pervy old man from my old business.  I loathe touching people like that.  He wanted a hug when he first walked in.

Client – “Have you ever gone to New York to massage the marathon runners?”

Me – “No, I never did that.  I never had an interest in it.”

Client – “Well, I’m sure you must have massaged many athletes with good muscle tone here.”

What the hell are you getting at?

Me – “Uh, er, yeah sure.”

I can’t massage anymore.  I have NO niceties left in me.  But while I was massaging him I wondered, why the hell should I be nice anyway?

And thus brings me to the topic of this post:

Because I’m scared not to.

Just like choosing those pair of killer heals over ugly Betty’s orthopedic pumps, you’re scared of what people might think.

Yesterdays post really left an impression on me.  And today I felt it more than I did while I was writing it.

I am now entering the “truth” zone.

So are you kind, or are you scared (AKA nice)?

You’re nice because you’re scared people won’t like you, or that they’ll stop talking to you, or never come back to your business, etc etc…

Don’t forget that nice people actually don’t care about you.  So while you’re trying your damnedest to put your best foot forward for a nice person, all the while they’re just looking to see what they can get out of it.  They’re essentially using you.

I am a nice person.  I’m looking to see what I can get.

I’m a master manipulator.  I should be call Mel-ipulator.  That’s the only reason why I know all this.  I just don’t give a shit and I’m always looking out for number one.

We all have to hit bottom before getting to see who we are, but there are many bottoms to hit in various ways.

In this case, I’m hitting a nice bottom.  I’m slapping that ass.

But now that I know this about myself, I can start working on being kind.  To get rid of all the bullshit and to start actually caring.

I’ll never care about the marathon runner guy, he gives me the creeps (as most runners do), but I don’t have to sacrifice my authenticity for him either.  Why?  Because I’m not scared of him.  I’m not scared because there’s nothing he can do to harm me.

He’s always looking for a deal anyway.  He’s “nicer” than I am if you know what I mean.

Nice = Looking to see what you can get

Kindness =  Looking to see what you can give

When kindness is involved, there’s a rub.  A sort of friction.  When two people don’t compromise who they are for the sake of one another, the heart sparks.

What if this is true love?  The kind of unconditional love that I’m waiting for?  Void of neediness, ego, validation….All the garbage that causes selfish pain of loss and not understanding.  The pain of not getting what you want.

Nice = Pain

When two people are being nice to each other, where’s the pull?  You know?  What’s the point?  There’s no heart or truth in any of it.

As for kind people, well, they’re the true beauty’s.  Those are the people who don’t want or expect a damn thing.  They are self-sufficient and whole.

I wish I was kind.  I wish I can escape my niceness.  I’m like a damn salesperson, but I can’t even do that properly.

Kindness isn’t about condescension either.  It’s knowing full well that we’re all on an even playing field.  It’s disrespectful not to acknowledge that, but it’s equally ignorant to assume a person know’s what they’re doing.

We don’t know shit, only our needs and desires.  We only know what we want others to be, and not who they really are.  Our fulfillment and unfulfillment relies on the mercy of others.  That’s why we’re nice.  We’re at their mercy without even knowing or acknowledging it.

I got a slight glimpse of kindness today.  It was found in one of those transcendent moments of clarity that stays for 2-seconds before fleeting away.  In order to obtain it, I first have to be kind to myself.  That’s the only way to it.

Fear has taken me prisoner and it’s kindness alone that wields the sword to slay it. Or a Ginkgo knife would work.  They’re pretty sharp.

People who’ve said “I’m done being nice”, or, “I’m done with these games,” they’re the one’s who know what I’m talking about.  It’s an act of clarity, a reaction to suffering.  You deserve to be kind to yourself in lieu of being nice to others (which is fake anyway).

You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.  That is, once you embark on your heroes journey.



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Ancillary Justice

A minute into blowdrying my hair, I always find it the opportune time to check my texts, email, IM’s, take my Flintstones vitamin..etc.  I never seem to quite make it through blowdrying my hair without finding something of importance that takes precedence.

“No no no, I can’t be doing this right now!  WHERE’S MY VITAMINS?!”

It’s 2:30 PM on Thursday.  I have a few things to do today like, go to the bank, the office, my friend wants me to watch her get a tattoo, and I have my geek book club meeting later.  The first I’ve ever been to and, well, the book sucked.

Not only did it suck, but it was thee most boring gibberish I’ve ever laid eyes on.

One girl from the meeting posted, “looking forward to tonight!  Really enjoyed the book!”

I want to fit in with these people.  They are my kind of people.  Geeks that love sci-fi, anime, and superhero’s.  There aren’t many of us around but since we’re a vocal minority, you’d think we’re abundant.

But no.  We’re not abundant.  And since we’re not abundant, we’s got to stick together.  How would it sound, especially since it’s my first meeting, if I barge in there toting a forty and explicitly discriminated against a book they all cherished?

“This shit is garbage, unreadable, nonsensical, complete waste of an Audible credit.”  I slam my beer down.  “You liked this book?  What the hell’s wrong with all of you?  Did we read the same book?”

Let’s hope I can control my initial reaction.  In real life, I will not be drinking beer nor will I storm in there picking fights (at least I hope).  I’ll try to keep my knuckles from hitting the floor.

Ancillary Justice is the name of the book.  It won a bunch of awards and shit.

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I’ve been watching anime incessantly for months now and learned a small arsenal of words during my loyal viewing.  Hello, goodbye, good morning, thank you, I’m sorry, stupid, see you later, god help us, don’t you know, no I don’t, and of course, itadakimasu!

Japanese people say itadakimasu (you don’t pronounce the u at the end) at every meal before they eat.  So like any fledging young adult, I started saying it – loudly I might add.  Before every meal, after every meal, even when there aren’t any meals.


Finally I went on Google to see what it actually means and found this:

A word used by the japanese usually said before meals or by people who watch anime way too much.

Thank you Urban Dictionary for clearing that up.

I woke up early today to give a massage (which I didn’t actually do because I pawned it off on an employee [who da boss?  Ain’t Tony Danza, it me!]) and wanted to take a shower to wash all the laziness and non-activity out of my hair.

Me – “Are you all done with the shower?”

I politely asked my brother.

Brother (in a high-pitched piercing cry) – “Shut up!  Shut up!”

Me – “So you’re all done in there?”

Brother – “You’re an asshole.  An asshole!”

Me – “Okay, I’m going in then.”

Brother – “That’s MY bathroom.”

Last night when I was making myself some hamburgers to eat….

Brother – “Those are MY hamburgers.”

I used up the rest of the mayonnaise.

Brother – “That was MY mayonnaise.”

I can’t compete with his humor.

Brother – “That’s my old bedroom!  I want it back!”


I was PMS’ing when I wrote about my dear friend Kristi.  There’s no possible way I can give her an ultimatum.

She’s a good person and I care about her.


I know sooner or later she’s going to ditch me again.  I know it.  For something stupid too.



Baka means stupid in Japanese.  I scream it whenever possible.

I’m going to Japan in April and need to start utilizing their language you see.  Itadakimasu and Baka help me get the juices flowing.


I have to leave soon to massage one of my weekly clients.  A man who is, well, unlike me.

I’m a goofy-ass basterd.  I take nothing seriously.  I’m callous and aloof to others feelings when I’m at my best and at my worst, I analyze and judge.  Don’t pretend you’re any different, this is how we all are.

One big reason why I hate massaging is because it’s a vaccination against my callousness.  It impedes my ability at taking things lightly and forces me down into the depths of nether worlds that I normally don’t inhabit.  The world of gushy understanding and warmth – bullshit stuff that I want to extract myself from.

“Melanie’s so nice.  She’s so innocent.”

You don’t know me Baka.  Eat your own food and stop leering at mine.  Itadakimasu dattebayo.

You know what I mean?


And if I massage him whilst inhabiting my own world, I’m miserable.  If I don’t return to that gushy place of unicorns and sunflowers, I’ll be more miserable massaging him than if I stayed true to my nature.

So I adapt to make myself less miserable.  And fill my blog with rubbish taken from these nether worlds.  I’m too damn impressionable and I like everything.  That’s my problem.  I’m too damn curious and open.  And adaptable.

A girl from a spiritual retreat I attended said that she collects her menstrual fluid in a cup and uses it for her garden and since I was so gun-ho about adapting and surrendering that I wondered to myself, “is that something I should be doing?  Should we all be doing that?”

Spiritual retreat girl – “It smells though.”

Me thinking – “Maybe it acts as a natural pesticide?”

I’m the opposite of stubborn because most of the time I plain don’t give a shit.  I’m too busy being accepting and nonjudgmental thanks to these past 10 years of being a wellness provider and being forced into the world of organic wholesomeness.

But it’s not real.  It’s not me.  It’s not my natural inclination to think about collecting menses (did I just say menses?) to garnish a garden with.  No, it’s my natural inclination to shout, “it’ll help with the blood oranges!”

It’s funny how mostly everyone wants to be a good “saintly” person while here I am running for the hills with my pitchfork and pointy tale.  Chasing after money and freedom.

I can remain open, but stubborn when it comes to acquiescing my bodily fluids all over a vegetable garden.  There’s got to be a line somewhere.

And it’s not even like I put on a fake smile for anyone – I basically surrender myself over and over again each time I give a massage.  I surrender and it keeps me genuine.

But lately, since I’m massaging one or two clients a day, my inner demon is clawing her way out.  It seems that the less I massage, the more I hate it.

That’s why massage acts as a vaccine with me.  But the vaccine must be administered everyday in heavy doses in order for it to maintain its effect.  Otherwise you get me, Demon Mel.  The passive, selfish, narcissist who loathes whiny bitches.  Suck it up Baka.

But Demon Mel still loves her parents and that alone makes me gush rainbows out my eyeballs.  It’s just that…..the problem is…..

Boundaries!  I meld with people way too easily.  I lose myself every time I’m faced with the decision to either understand a person, or go my separate way.

I have to learn the art of understanding while remaining separate and intact.  A bystander, a witness.  I feel little pieces of myself chip off the more I’m surrounded by people I want to know better, or, who want to know me better.

And I’m left feeling like I can’t keep up.  I have to keep sloughing away pieces until I’m forced to return to my domicile to recharge which happens to be all of the time since becoming an LMT.

So yeah, let us embrace our inner demon.  He’s not such a bad guy.  You’ll be rewarded with copious amounts of indestructible energy if you embrace your truest nature.

As for Kristi, she gets under my skin because of my trouble to remain separate from her.  It’s like the time I had that lucid nightmare dream and even though I knew it was a dream, I couldn’t separate myself from it.  I couldn’t remain conscious and in control.

My inner demon, no matter how obstinate and independent she may be, is my ticket to remain in control of my thoughts and emotions.  Sure I may be miserable, but I don’t fear death when I’m miserable.  There’s courage found in staying with the pain and refusing to adapt.

Be stubborn when it comes to keeping yourself unaffected by others.  Surrender yourself to your true nature and not one concocted out of avoidance.  Don’t feel self-conscious, ashamed or embarrassed because according to my high school nightmare dream, you must “own that shit”.




And by doing all this, I can keep caring about Kristi.  I can keep her as a friend just the way she is until she’s forced into changing herself (or stop talking to me) simply because she can’t control me.

And I’ll be less inclined to continue this crusade of massaging people.  I’ll be more adamant to journey forward and take the appropriate action to better my situation.

I’m so freaking tired right now.  I have the next two days off so I gave myself the blessing to write tonight even though it causes me insomnia.



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It all comes down to these last 16 days of July.  The fate of my life rests upon these last two weeks.  And if I fail, it’s not like I can cry back home to mommy and daddy because guess what?  I’m already there.  I’m already at ground zero.

I have $10,000 in the bank but come tomorrow, I’ll have $5,000.  Maybe less than $5,000.

I need to make $157 a day for the next 16 days in order for my business to survive without dipping into my personal line of credit.  If I can make it to August without going into debt, I’ll be able to survive anything.

I had another bad dream when I woke up today.  I was wrongfully accused of something and thrown in prison.  It’s a variation of my humiliating high school dream in the way of people judging me and sentencing me away.  Only this time around I actually had friends in prison and was popular.

But I wanted to get out of there.  It was still a shitty dream and I woke up tired and miserable.

Maybe it’s telling me to enjoy the journey?  Enjoy this prison that I put myself in?

After July, these dreams will disappear.  I know it.


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More business crap

I hired an esthetician, two in fact, to do micro-current facials.  One of them told me she will contact her teacher who know’s how to do them so they can get a hands-on training course before they start taking clients.

It’s now a week later and I have not heard back.  FIRED.

But I still have my other esthetician.  The one who’s type A and all fired up.  She rattled off a list of things we can offer to people.

So now I’ll be offering regular facials as well as micro-current facials.  A double whammy.

We’ll be offering Rhonda Allison’s signature Minus 10 facial.  It’s simple, it’s pure, and it’s effective.  I just bought a facial steamer with a mag lamp for $325.

For micro-current training, there’s a school in Southbury that has it but I have to call tomorrow because they’re closed today.  If that doesn’t work, she’ll have to take a course in NY that starts in May.

Either way, I’m getting things rolling.  Clients need more options to stay members with us and they need more reasons to join.

This is only the beginning.  Yes, only the beginning.

And I feel more at ease with only one esthetician.  If I need more, I can easily get more.  But the one I found is truly exceptional.  She gets me pumped and excited.

I feel like I’m retaking my business.  It all started by cutting Laurie’s shifts down to one day a week.

Laurie possesses ALL of my worst qualities. Nervousness, shyness, inferiority, low confidence, incompetence, inability to speak – she has them all. It’s like looking at myself when I hit puberty. But she’s 37 years old!

I hired her on a whim when I was desperate. My other therapist cut her hours a week before my Thailand trip and I needed coverage asap.  I was forced into giving Laurie the benefit of the doubt.

She’s too scared to answer phones, she added two extra hours to her timesheet that she didn’t work, she wrote down a client whom she didn’t massage, she’s awkward around people and the other therapists make fun of her.

I can’t talk to or even look at her without seeing my own flaws – the most weakest, humiliating parts of me.

And so, I hired a new person and cut Laurie’s shifts down to one day a week.

Me – “I’m sorry Laurie, but Mollie does other things other than just giving massage.” Such as, answer phones and utilizing all of her brain functions.

Just because I’m an empath doesn’t make me a saint. If anything, being an empath actually exacerbates my intolerance.

We sold 10 memberships this month.  That’s the average amount we sell without marketing it.  But how many did we lose?  14.  We lost 14 members this month alone.

I have the tendency of slipping into the void of fear when thinking about it.  And wincing every time Laurie massages someone – makes my stress levels rise even more.

I’m glad I’m finally writing about it.  It’s important to document all of this.

But with my plan and my new esthetician, just imagine how many members we can keep!

I’m realizing that it’s not about how many memberships we sell, but how many members we can actually keep that’s important.

We were up to over 150 at one point but after weeding out the one’s with declined credit cards and haven’t been in for a while, we are now down to 135 active members.  At the beginning of the month it was 139.  The number is dropping.  Our lifeblood is dropping.

And my tolerance for giving massage is at it’s barest minimum.  I hate it that much.  So relying on my skills is no longer an option.  I can’t carry the weight.  All I need is one more therapist who’ll agree to work two stinking days a the week, Friday night and Sunday – the two days that I’m still on the schedule.

My employee’s are:

Holly, Crista, Adonis, Marlyn, Anthony, Kasey, Laurie and Molly.  And one esthetician, Sheila.  9 employee’s!  When I first made an outline of my business plan, according to the outline, I needed at least 10.  Just one more….

This can actually work.  No no, I know it will work.  It’s just that I’m terribly impatient.

Here are the 6 things that trigger my impatience:

1) Doing something I don’t want to do.

2) Waiting / relying on others when I’m unable to do it myself.

3) Cruelty and inequality.

4) People who lie.

5) People who think they’re better than everyone.

6) Bratty kids or grown-ups who don’t respect elders – even when that elder is an asshole.

1 and 2 are the one’s that pop up the most while owning a business.  But they don’t just pop up, I’ve been dealing with both triggers consecutively since opening up the place.

I’ve reached my limit.  I can’t wait any longer.

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Don’t read this. It’s boring.

Here’s my day yesterday;

I worked, came home, ate, worked, came home, ate, worked, came home, ate.

I only had three clients but my day was shot and I got nothing done.  I’m not working as much as before, but I’m still working just as much if that makes sense.  The horrible part is that they’re ALL REQUESTS!

Most of them are from my old business, Massage by Melanie.  They text me, call the office, email – doing anything they can to score an appointment with me.

Yesterday I had three, the day before that I had four, today I have four.  I can’t escape it.  And not only can I not escape it, but why do these people love me so much?  There’s at least over 60 of them by now.  At least over 60.  And I grew close to many of them.

That’s the crummy thing.  Being close to them.  Feeling what they feel, caring about them.  All the while I’m wishing they’d adhere to one of my employee’s just as they do with me.

This situation reminds me of my social life.

I’m the type of person who doesn’t like having a lot of friends.  All I need is one or two good ones and then I have them become friends with the new people I acquire because it’s like killing two birds with one stone.  Nobody feels left out and it’s less work for me.  It’s like I create a home for myself.  One where I’m free to roam, but everything’s still in tact when I return.

My employee’s are my home-base and my clients are the new people I acquire.

When it comes down to it, having free time is something that I yearn for.  It’s just as valuable to me as money.  In fact, I would say my time is more valuable than money and the only reason I value money is for the sake that it buys freedom.

Massage exhausts me just as having a lot of friends exhausts me.  I should be nobody’s answer.

It’s just that I feel like I have something to do.  Something really important.  Something that requires me to have only one bucket (if you read my bucket post you’d know what I mean).

And I’ve always felt this way!  Ever since I could remember I always felt that I had something of the upmost importance to do in this life, but I’m always being pulled away from it.

I’m laying in bed on a Sunday morning.  A week away from spring.

This has literally been the longest winter of my life.  I left for Thailand while it was cold out, and I came back from Thailand while it was at it’s coldest – and it’s still cold!

I feel like a kid again reliving long seasons that last a lifetime.  It’s as though the other seasons never existed.

I’m staring at a micro-current facial machine.  It’s on a rolling cart here in my bedroom.  It’s like I’m sitting on a winning lottery ticket but I’m too busy to cash it in.  But if I do cash it in, I can finally have my time, my freedom.

My life is like an RPG video game – it’s just like an RPG!  I work, I toil, collect money to spend on upgrades, build up experience points to ward off infiltration from demons.  What I mean by demons, I mean my personal demons.

I keep racking up points until I defeat all fear and then I can finally claim the freedom I worked so hard for.

It’s now a few days later.

My employee broke her arm.

She broke her arm!!  Do you have any idea how much it sucks for a massage therapist to break an arm?  It sucks.  It sucks a lot.  Especially if you have three kids and massaging is your only source of income.

Employee – “Would I be able to answer phones until it’s all better?”

Of course she can answer phones.  In fact, I’m in desperate need of a receptionist.  Not only that, but I care about this employee a LOT.

My new therapist, the man I hired to work weekends, will pick up her morning shifts during the week.  Everything will be okay.

As soon as I hire an esthetician to do micro-current facials, my income will increase enough to train my broken armed therapist to learn ashiatsu.  She can walk on clients backs so she won’t even need her arm.

Last night I spent over $300 to post an esthetician job.  I’m using Ziprecruiter, Monster and Indeed.  Zip recruiter sucks by the way, don’t use them.

Waiting for an esthetician to apply is like waiting for spring.

My other therapist just texted me saying that she burnt her hand and can’t take her client tonight which means I have to do it.  I was planning to go indoor rock climbing but when you’re a business owner, you basically have no life outside of work.

I’m here now.  Sitting in work manning the phones.  It’s slow today so my morning girl blocked her day off and didn’t come in and the other one is recuperating until tomorrow when she can start answering phones here.

I’m only here for the phones and the occasional walk-in customer.  I don’t mind working as long as it doesn’t involve massaging people.  Unfortunately, I have to tonight because my therapist burnt her hand.

A few days ago I massaged a woman from my old building that I used to work at.

Client – “There were other massage therapists renting spaces there before you did and none of them made it.  You’re the only one who made a real go of it.”

Me – “I literally had no life outside of work.  I was always there.”

Client – “And you’re smart.  You know how to market yourself.  You knew how to put a website together.”

None of them made it….Am I special?  Am I smart?

That’s what I was thinking just before my head blew up and I felt like the god of massage.

No, I’m still not there yet.  I’m still working way too much for me to label myself successful.  God of massage? Yes.  Successful?  No.

It’s so nice here when nobody else is here.  I can crank up the music and unleash my consciousness into the void (AKA dance).

I’m currently working on a new form of meditation.  Well, it’s not new exactly – I’ve been practicing it since I first began writing 20 years ago.  It’s complete and utter honesty meditation.  Authentic soul meditation is what I call it.

You can only grow as a person when you’re being completely honest with yourself.  You bypass the ego and strike pure heart.  It’s like when you do something over and over again – it doesn’t matter what it is – you eventually hit the sweet spot of no ego and you can call yourself a master.

I want mastery of the self.

So how am I feeling right at this very moment?  What’s going on in my head?

It’s so weird to know that all this business stuff I talk about is completely irrelevant in comparison to the bigger picture.

What am I feeling right now?

Tired.  My spirit is repelled by the thought of massaging people and it’s making me tired beyond reason.

I have more clients than I know what to do with – more clients than any massage therapist I know of.  How is this possible?  I never met a massage therapist that didn’t like her job.  Never.  And I never met one with as many clients as I have.  Nothing adds up.  None of it makes sense.

A new client just walked in and her therapist isn’t here yet.  Adonis, my male therapist.  Where is he?  She’s really early though.

It’s a good thing I came into work today.

Having my broken armed therapist answer phones and sit here will be a huge asset for when stuff like this happens.  Plus the phone rang at least 5 times while I was here.

Yesterday was Monday, my day off.  I worked from home for the first three hours after waking up and then laid in bed for the rest of the day watching anime on crunchyroll.  Anime has it’s own version of Netflix and it’s called Crunchyroll.  $8 dollars a month, ad free cartoons.

I didn’t feel like cooking, so I ate whatever I could find in the fridge.  Four hard-boiled eggs and a few slices of spam that my brother fried up for his breakfast earlier.  And that lasted me all day.

I laid around watching cartoons, eating hard-boiled eggs and spam.  The worst part of this scenario is that there was no other place I’d rather be and nothing else I’d rather be doing.

I feel bad.  The client is just sitting here waiting for Adonis.  It’s awkward for me.  I never know what to say to people.  Whew, he’s here.

So the thing is, with being brutally honest with one’s self is that, well, it’s all perspective.  There IS no truth, no real honesty.  I’ve written about it before.  That “I”, my “self” does not exist.

A couple days ago I was talking with a friend who only see’s the bad.  She only see’s that I was negative $10,000 last year, only see’s that I have $500 in my savings account, only see’s that I still live at home.  She thought me going to Thailand during the holiday season was a mistake when I should’ve been here raking in the dough with holiday specials.

Of course she’s right but she’s right from her perspective.  From my perspective, everything is going according to plan and since this is my life to live, I’m not going to wait to live it until everything’s “settled”.  I’m already 35 and I don’t want to miss anymore of it than I already did.  I never want to live with regret, or to lose sight of what’s really important.

And besides, when you factor in how much I accomplished last year – all my member clients, all my new therapists, getting out of my stink hole office, I’d say that I’m doing a pretty bang up job.

And so I’ll eat my spam and hard-boiled eggs while watching cartoons all day – that’s exactly what I wanted to do yesterday and I still have fond memories of it.

I haven’t been having any weird dreams lately.  It’s like I’m too tightly folded into this world of business to ponder anything else.  I’m still too busy.

When I start having my crazy-ass profound dreams again, I’ll know that I’m free once again from everyday toil.

I’m tired, still.  My client will be here in 15 minutes.

I’m not happy with this post but screw it.  It’ll be a long while until I’m happy with any posts.  I’m shooting for the summer.


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Me and my Rational Brain Debate. Todays Topic: Why There’s Vulva Eating in the Animal Kingdom

I’m watching the first episode of PeeWee’s Playhouse on Netflix just like any baby from the 80’s would do.

I worked for two hours today and now I’m delightfully enjoying my newly acquainted freedom.

Oh shit, Morpheus from the Matrix is playing a goofy cowboy and some animated fish just called a fat lady a whale.  The 80’s were wack.  They were wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wack.

Melalecki high mecca high knee ho, wack.



I lost something very special to me a few days ago.  It was an epic blog post.

The above predilection of PeeWee’s Playhouse was all that I could salvage, and it’s the least epic part of the post.

It was a legendary debate between myself and my rational brain.  A superb, unequaled piece of art.  A post like that is hard to come by, at least on here it is, Melanie’s life online.

I almost decided never to write again.  Like losing a love that can not be replaced.  I can love no more.

But if you gave an immortal chimp a typewriter and told him to aimlessly punch the keys for infinity, it’s statistically proven that he’ll eventually write Hamlet word for word by random chance.

There’s many a possibility found in the great mystery.  You only need to find the right typewriter and by random chance, the words will come and eventually you’ll rip the horn off the unicorn to place it on your mantle.  Something that adds definition to your shining light.

You know that old saying, “if you want to be a good cook, you have to learn how to taste”?

No, of course you haven’t.  You haven’t heard of it because I just thought of it now.  But it sounds like it’s an old saying, right?

Know your secret spices, your ingredients.  You can’t be afraid of tasting just because you tasted something bad.  In this case, a lost blog post.

Too scared I’ll lose another and too tired of rewriting more of the same.  My taste buds become uninspired and acquiesce to the bland, safer flavors.

But man, I really miss that post….

It’s 10am on a blistery cold snowy day in February.

Here in New England, Connecticut to be precise, the temperature will rise next month by 10 degree’s.  In April they will rise again by another 10 degree’s.  It will keep rising by 10 degree’s until September when it starts going down by 10.  And it keeps going down by 10 until March.  Mathematicians who like symmetry would love living here.

One more month….

Brianna, my travel buddy, told me that female pigs can’t be placed in a pen together because the alpha female will eat the vulva’s of the other pigs.  I mean, they’d literally eat them – take a big bite out of them.  It made me sick to my stomach thinking about it.  The idea of it got me hating pigs.  They’re disgusting, vile creatures.


I told my parents about these nasty pigs over our exquisite Chinese buffet dinner and my dad told me that it’s not just pigs that do it, it’s a common occurrence in the animal kingdom.

My heart sank because according to my understanding that all pigs are vile, evil creatures, this means that ALL animals must be vile, evil creatures.  But this belief conflicts with my love of animals.  I can’t believe both at the same time.  Cripes, I even think the pigs pictured above are adorable.

“Maybe not all are vile….”  I thought to myself.

It’s just like it is with people.  Some are crazy, while others, not so much.

I have no interest in tearing a person down for personal gain, but I lived through and experienced what it’s like.  If you take down a threat, you’re awarded with power.  You feel distinguished by it.  And if you’re cunning enough, you can win over the hearts of others because of it.  This is why women gossip.  It’s another ploy at eating vulva’s.

I never thought of anybody as a threat.  That’s the thing.  There’s no need for me to eat vulva’s.  Just as it is with my natural inclination towards loving animals, I have a stubborn natural inclination to love myself.

Rational Brain – “How does loving yourself have anything to do with eating vulva’s?”

I don’t know, it just does.  I feel it’s correct, okay?

Rational Brain – “Don’t be lazy, think.  This is why I debate with you after-all.”

Okay okay, I’ll refer back to my ayahuasca teachings.  Give me a sec….

Rational Brain – “Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s about faith.  The one true most purest love you can have is synonymous with faith.

Rational Brain – “This sounds awfully familiar to me but please, go on.”

You rise above fear.  When there is no fear, there are no threats and when you don’t consider something a threat, compassion is born into the equation.  You lose your appetite for vulva’s.

Rational Brain – “Repeat it one more time only leaving out all your self-righteous bullshit.”

I know, I hate the way that bullshit sounds too.  I sound transfixed and crazy.  Okay, how’s this….

– By loving yourself, you eliminate your own demons, you eliminate eating your own vulva.

Rational Brain – “How though?  I need specifics.  Connect the freaking dots.  Not to mention how crazy that sounds!”

Give me a minute and I’ll tie it together.  This is a process, okay?  It ain’t easy.

Rational Brain – “What ev’s..”

We are naturally inclined towards survival, right?  Survival means adapting to something that ensure’s our own safety.  This is how we learn fear.  People who don’t venture out or follow their hearts, avoid people or things they consider a “threat”, they are in the end, eating their own vulva (or other people’s vulva’s as long as they’re cunning and manipulative enough).  They have fear and where there is fear, there is no faith in yourself.  You like things done a certain way in order to control this fear.  To do anything outside of your comfort level, brings about the obvious “discomfort”.  The more you like things done a certain way, the more fear you have.  You never leave your box and end up gaining power through judging others because you have none of your own.

Rational Brain – “That’s all well and good but how does loving yourself change all that?”

Because love is faith!

Rational Brain – “But how is it faith?!  We’re back at the beginning!”

Arg…When you love yourself in the purest form that ayahuasca described (we’re not spiritually evolved enough to understand this love, keep that in mind), you rise.  You rise light as a feather.  It’s like falling in love.

In my post that was sadly taken away from me, I wrote about what makes people fall in love.

Rational Brain – “I remember that.  It made my synapses bleed girly menstrual blood.”

Um, graphic much?….but anyway, in short, people fall in love because they get inspired.  And inspiration comes from asking the questions “why?” or “how?”

“How do they do that?”  “What made them that way?” or, “How can I do that too?”

The things that don’t belong anywhere in your current understanding, are what’s appealing.  Anything that makes you curious is considered fascinating and/or beautiful.

Like a daisy growing out of concrete, or a purple pebble amidst a sea of grey ones.  Anything outside your current level of experience (understanding), and you wish to learn more about it – are the things you fall in love with.

When you love yourself in the pure form, you find yourself being the daisy, or the purple rock.  Curious, full of mystery and potential too.

When we are interested in a person, they most often come off as mysterious.  And what that mystery really is, is potential.  In a way, it’s your potential.

Basically, when you love yourself, you fall in love with your own potential.  Your own imagination.  Having a muse in your life awakens your own self-love.

Most artists are wrongly accused of egocentricity and narcissism, while in fact the people making those allegations are only vulva eaters themselves.  Stealing power they didn’t earn.  The artist can drown in a sea of grey rocks while vying to better the world.

The contemplators in my head a few days ago were arguing back and forth about this world being built solely by our imaginations.  Imagination creates everything we see and nature provides the fruits of our labor to see it through.

If imagination is Godly, and I somehow linked imagination with the purest form of love (which is said to be God), than perhaps I’m on to something?

We love the people we want to get to know better.  If we love ourselves, we want to get to know ourselves better.  And the people we love inspires our own potential for growth.  Love breeds more love until it stagnates into fear.  Fear breeds more fear.

This is why I write.  I love myself in the purest form and I want to know myself better.  I consider myself that lonely purple rock amidst a sea of grey ones.  I want to stretch my potential and achieve my goals, I want to create.  And by creating, I influence and evolve the world – our sole reason for us being here is to evolve according to ayahuasca.


Rational Brain – “Did you forget that out of the billions of people inhabiting this world, only 2 actually read your blog?”

Shut up that’s not the point.  Maybe I can influence them in other ways.

Rational Brain – “Only insecure people boast about themselves.”

I’m not boasting, I’m explaining.  It just sounds like boasting is all.

But because I feel this way about myself, I’m not afraid of a grey rock eating away at my vulva – it’s an impossibility.  And staying in my comfort zone, eating my own vulva for survival purposes, is not an issue.  That’s just gross people, come on.

Rational Brain – “Damn girl….”

If you scroll up to where I first mentioned vulva eating, I was going to talk about an entirely different topic.

Rational Brain – “What topic was that?”

Hold on and let me make sure this previous topic is closed.  I want to make sure I can clearly understand what I’m talking about.  Hold up.

Oh shit, I changed.

Rational Brain – “Waddya mean you changed?”

I changed over the years.  I didn’t have as much faith in myself as I do now.  I was on the same level as the grey rocks for a while.

I lived in fear because I was living in my comfort zone for far too long.  I was eating my own vulva – don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t always like that.  When I was 18 I tried out a plethora of jobs and applied myself.  I was young and well aware of my potential.  But as I got older and nothing changed, I slowly sank down to be with the grey rocks.  Aging makes you scared.  Scared of losing life, losing time.  You slip into your comfort zone (survival mode), and lose your love (curiosity, potential).  You escape by keeping yourself busy, or inebriated.  Usually both.  Clinging to those stronger than you but never coming to fruition yourself.  Being enabled.

I only started to rise again once I hit bottom.  Oddly enough, it helped that I didn’t have a stronger person to cling to that would enable me.

Rational Brain – “Kind of like the temperature rising and falling.”


Rational Brain – “With you hitting rock bottom and then rising up again.  It’s like New England’s monthly temp’s.”


Rational Brain – “I really hope you’re not bi-polar.”

Well if I am, I’m loving it.

I don’t know if any person reading this will understand any of it, but while you’re trying to comprehend it all, I’m laying here in bed and it feels like I’m stepping back to take in the view of what I’ve drawn after connecting all the dots.

It’s 11:16.  It taken me a little over an hour to write all that.  An immortal chimp clacking away at random keys is not needed.  I’ve found my own decent “Hamlet”.

Rational Brain – “So what was your original intention for mentioning the vulva eating pigs?”

Hold on, I haven’t read everything I’ve written yet.  Give me a sec.  There may be more on this topic.

Grey rocks are sociopaths.

Rational Brain – “Say what?”

If you’re living in fear as a grey rock, you become a narcissistic sociopath.  When I was working at Massage Envy, I started seeing this in myself and so I wrote about it and tried making a joke of it.

You can only understand the things you’ve experienced, so I’m thankful that I was a grey rock.  Understanding helps facilitate compassion.  Once you understand something, you no longer fear it.  And you can change your colors back to purple, or blue, or whatever your favorite color is.  A diamond perhaps?

Totally off topic, but I consulted the I-Ching asking it who I am and it said (exact quote) “Once I learn fear, I am safe from terror by outside influences.”

I-Ching is furrealz yo.  I believe in it 100%.  So much so that it freaks me out.

Damn, my client still wants to come in for his massage at 3:00.  I just emailed him NO.

Okay so anyway, my original intention for bringing up vulva eating pigs was to tell you about a dream I had last night, or this morning rather.

I dreamt a huge pig – the biggest fattest pig I’ve ever seen was chasing after me.  I thought it was one of those vulva eating pigs so I was terrified, naturally.  But when the pig caught up to me, he put my whole head in its mouth.  I was waiting for him to bite down, but he didn’t.  He slobbered all over my head before letting me go and nonchalantly walked away.  Everyone told me that it was the pig’s way of saying he liked me.

So anyway, back in my bathroom in real life, I went to my trusty dream dictionary authored by the great all-knowing Migene González-Wippler and looked up what it meant to dream of a pig.

Huge success in business is what it means.  HUGE gains.

I’m interviewing two independent contractors tomorrow for at-home massage visits.  I lose no money by hiring them and if it works out, it will be fair and lucrative for us both.

I have a free mini-micro current facial on Wednesday at 9am.  The woman who does them is insanely busy with clients and all she does is micro-current facials.  It’s inspiring me to want to add them to the menu at work, ergo, I’m falling in love with it’s potential.  Inspired for growth!

I received a coupon for a free micro-current facial during an open house at a yoga studio I attended a few months back.

And so I’m going on Wednesday to see what they’re like and to snoop around to see how she has everything set up.  Does she wear gloves?  Do I need a bright light to put in people’s faces like with dentists?  What brand of equipment does she use?

So much to do in 15 minutes…..

After I get a general idea of what I need, I’m going to set up my room similar to how she’s got it and post a job for an esthetician who has a micro-current facial certificate.  If they’re not certified, I’ll pay half of their tuition for the two day course as long as they’re willing to work at least 20 hours a week.  The total cost of the course is $450.  They get $17 an hour when they have a client and $10 for when they don’t.

I have to hold off on getting my machine because if I have to send an esthetician to school to get trained, I’ll be approved for the student discount (I already called and asked) and the $4,000 that the machine costs will be slightly less.

So it’s a wash for me if the esthetician is trained or not, either way I’ll save money.  I’ll save money on the machine with the student discount and if they’re already trained, I’ll save money by not needing to train them.

I’m not waiting a couple months until I save enough money.  I’m doing it all now.  The money will come.

In the meantime, my finances are in the red zone.  At least for three days they are.  The total amount of money in the bank is a meager $5,633.  But that’s after I paid rent, and before I bulk charged my member clients.  I’m also receiving a check for over $400 from the Record Journal, Groupon is sending me $3000 on the 20th for tripling the amount of groupons I sell, I’m still making a steady $100 a day with random services and gift certs as long as snow doesn’t screw things up.  This time next month I’ll be in good shape, at least, I won’t be negative than what I’ve started with this month.

Anyway, I think I’m done writing for today.  I’m worried about my client not responding to the email I sent him.  God I hope he doesn’t show up.

My brothers spa is closed today and he’s watching scary movies with his girlfriend on the couch.  I don’t feel bad not going in because if other places are closed, I’m closed too.

And now I shall retire for the rest of the day and play….DUN dun DUN;  South Park, the stick of truth.  It’s hilarious.  I’m sad to say that I’d rather stay in playing video games than go outside and take a fun refreshing ride on the snow mobile.  Kids today…..80’s babies are wiggedy wack.


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Last Day in Bangkok

Um okay, am I rich or something? No. I can’t be. Rich people don’t ask that question.

The reason why I ask is that I spent the last month traveling to three different countries and I’m going home $3,000 richer than what I started with, well, maybe more than $3,000.

I woke up in a five star hotel today ordering a full course meal through room service with ridiculous prices and I didn’t bat an eye. And because I didn’t bat an eye, I’m wondering if I’m rich.

Brianna, my travel buddy, left here the day before last. We literally had what felt like a magical time together. We came here with no plan, no set schedule, but no matter where we found ourselves, I kept thinking that there’s no place on earth I’d rather be and nobody more perfect to be there with. She’s the perfect travel companion!

We’re already planning our next trip. Our goodbye for this one was tough. Neither of us was looking forward to it.

I went with her to the airport to see her off and we taken our last shit together in the airport bathroom due to food poisoning. Even through food poisoning, we had a blast.

There was no time for contemplating, being retrospective, or philosophical during this time of active adventure.

There is action and then there is rest. I understand more about myself and why I choose, no, I don’t choose, but need both an active life as much as a quiet life. Why being social and meeting new friends isn’t always a priority. Why staying home is bliss at times when everyone else wants to party.

I’m the type who wants to understand what I’m looking at, not create what I’m looking at.

While active you create, while when at rest, you understand. And to the true analyst, you can see what is, what was, and what it can be.

You can’t be both active and restful at the same time. Just like no one can stay enlightened in a physical world.

I’m probably not making any sense. I’ve been living in the “creating” phase far longer than the restful one. Not only for this past month, but since April when I started my new business.

I don’t want to go home tomorrow. I have an insurmountable amount of work that needs to get done before the summer.

I need to do taxes, furnish the two massage rooms upstairs, hire new employees and get their schedules straightened out. Train them in ashiatsu. All so I can comfortably leave again. On another adventure.

My employees sold at least 20 new memberships while I was away. And I don’t even have my new menu options up yet. I’m up to 147 members.

My life feels like it’s on track. And it’s in such a way that also feels like a journey. A seriously crazy fucked up journey that’s finally turning into wealth, fullness, paradise…

I bought these really cool pants at the mall yesterday. They look like Aladdin pants. I want to buy another pair but then I’d be known as that weird girl who wears Aladdin pants to the grocery store all the time.

But I love them so much…

I have so much to write about, so much. I always do. But I’m still in “active” mode and can’t rest yet for at least another year. I won’t be able to understand exactly what I’m looking at until I can sit down and lay down all my buckets. Then I can look back and say, “Wow! I really fucking did it, didn’t I?”

Life is beautiful, surreal, and meaningful when you ante up the balls to follow your heart.

I have a new goal in life. I’ll write about it when I get home.

Right now I’m too busy wondering if I’m rich or not.

It’s funny being here in a fancy hotel with a dress code. I have unkempt hair, huge Aladdin pants and I’m traveling with a horribly dirty/dusty backpack. I bet my sandals still have shit on them from when I almost slipped and fell in it.

I couldn’t look any poorer. It’s hilarious to me. This whole thing is hilarious.

It’s like I’m on a drug. I feel so light. I feel somewhat aloof however. More so than normal. I need to step away from the “active” and sink into the retrograde. People might mistake me for being a snob, but in all actuality, I’m just tired and too busy not understanding any of what’s happening to me.

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No videos until I get home

It’s taking forever to upload them. It’s faster uploading them to YouTube but I can’t embed the videos here on my blog unless I have a computer in front of me.

When I get home I’ll make a really long post and embed all my YouTube videos here.

Yesterday was fun. I did exactly what I set out to do. I found a way to make it all the way to Siam square to check out the big shopping center and see a movie. I even ate at a really cool place that lets you cook your own food. I ate so freaking much.

I love eating more than anything.

I figured out the cheapest and most adventurous way to get to the plaza would be to take the fairy to the sky train and the plaza is right there as soon as I step off the sky train.

I left my hotel at noon and exactly two hours later I was seated in a theatre (with assigned seating) watching Exodus in English.

Bangkok is HUGE. Bigger than Madrid, Barcelona, and pamplona combined. At least it seems that way to me. It’s clean here and nobody hocks up phlegm or blows snot out their noses like they do in China and South Korea.

I was born in the wrong country. I love everything about this place and I haven’t even seen the best of it yet.

Everyone practices Buddhism here. Everyone bows to each other in a show of respect. Before the movie began, we all stood like in the pledge of allegiance to watch a video about their country and their leader. Their leader really likes dogs because in every picture he was surrounded by dogs. He looks like a kind man.

There’s more homeless people in NY. There’s no stray dogs laying in the streets panting their last breaths. I seen more monks in the two days I was here than I did in my entire stay in Nepal.

And every restaurant serves my favorite food.

As of now, compared to everywhere else I been, Thailand is by far my favorite.

And today I see Brianna who is already texting me wanting to go out on the town to have a wild night. As long as I have beer in me, this 34 year old girl can handle anything.

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