I wish my life was a house music video

Fuck, never thought I'd be so old that I'd say shit like, "If I could do it all over again, I would.."

But here we are. I should have been a dj.

Am I retarded or does it seem like every single house music video is just some skinny European douchbag walking around with some smokin hot model chick leading him around by the hand on different tropical beaches?

Mansions with blue pools, palm trees, beautiful women with messy hair dancing in bikinis... fuck. Is there some kind of real world where that kind of thing exists?

Do I need to be a billionaire? A DJ? A yacht captain? Someone tell me what job to apply for.

I guess I'm just feeling a little lonely now. Solo traveling is just my way of life, but it's not without its pitfalls. Sometimes you just don't have anyone to hang out with.

And I understand, don't get me wrong. Sometimes people want to talk to me or be my friend, and I'm just like uhhhhh okay gotta go bye.

Maybe it's karma.

Anyway, today I invited myself to hang out with two Swedish girls and go chill at Patong beach for a while. I've been seriously craving some quality beach time for a while now.

I don't know if my verbal game is just going to shit or people just don't want anything to do with me.

Back when I was selling hair straighteners, after an hour or two of talking I would be on fire. Only smoothness and slick shit came out of my mouth.

But these days I spend so much time on the computer that I go hours without talking. I'm rusty. And when my jaws creak I am more prone to say some retarded ass shit.

So yeah, I left that hostel in Phuket town today. I complained about it non-stop, about how it was boring, there were no girls there and it was far from the beach.

But after moving down here I started to miss it. I missed the nice people at 7-11 where I went to go buy food like 5 times per day. I missed... um... I dunno, my bed?

Whatever. That place was a shithole, no doubt. But I was comfortable there and I got a shitload of work done. Now I'm spending a fuckload of money in Patong... for what?

Anyway... I'm over it.

I feel like writing on Steemit is somehow more serious than writing on another platform. I mean, it's not like anyone is going to read my rambling ass blog anyway, but still. Sometimes I write semi-legitimate articles on here about blockchain and crypto.

What if I want to refer a potential employer to one of these articles?

Well, I guess I could just copy and paste into a pdf or something...

Hmm...

I also I think I should take more pictures. Maybe spice this thing up a little bit. Maybe I should do it now...

Nah. Tomorrow.