Quote: (03-11-2018 11:41 PM)Kaizen Wrote:
Im here in SEA. As is always the case, Ive had more happen in 6 weeks than the last 6 years back home. That's without hanging out a mall to bang out x approaches in x hours. Shit just happens here, naturally.
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I have more vivid memories from my time abroad than from my last 6 years in America.
Abroad, I slow the tape, I don't want the movie to end, and I want to remember every pixel.
I want to remember every swim in the pool, every girl I chat up, every walk I take, every new neighborhood I explore, every smile I get, every time I make love.
In the states, my mental fast forward button is worn out, there's no ink left on it.
...even though I have an amazing job, tons of free time, my health, a loving family, and can get sex fairly easily.
It's just not the same.
The girls here are like narcissistic men with tiny penises. And they value going on a cruise more than having a child. They brag to each other about who they fucked, and they sit with their legs spread instead of crossed.
One of my tenants had a party and I happened to drop in. A very good looking girl, probably 21 or so, a tall blonde, was taking a shit in my bathroom with the door open to the living room. There were over 20 people in the living room, she gave no f****. I'm like, what the? She goes, "What, Spaniard, it's natural." I go, "Just because it's natural, doesn't mean I want to see it...close the door."
There's few kids here. I walk around the malls in Asia and there's cute kiddos everywhere. Here it's a bunch of barren wombs and a few kids with no siblings. Marriage is a joke here, it means nothing to most people.
People here don't even fall in love, they mostly just fuck a bunch of people until one of them agrees to have a wedding. Then they throw a huge wedding, put it on their parents' tabs, keep fucking a bunch of people, and then divorce a few years later for reasons as trivial as the ones that led them to get married to each other in the first place.
I sat at a coffee shop last week, getting some work done, and this obese girl and her effeminate soy boy husband half or a third her weight was sitting next to her while they both chatted with a real estate agent.
The agent asks the "guy" what he thought of the house they were considering. The "guy" goes, "Oh, don't look at me, I'm just along for the ride, she's the one with the job and the good credit!" His wrists were flopping all over the place.
I'd be surprised if he wasn't getting pegged when they got home.