WEIGHT: 59 kg
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It is a judgment face. The gravity of this face originates from a combination of who I the to-Thailand-want-to-goer am, who they the face-maker are, and what Thailand is. Put in terms whose scientific nature is cruel, I am a straight white college-educated American male in his mid-thirties. I am neither fat nor muscular. I am neither short nor very tall. I have big dumb weird hair. I tend to dress in comfortable sportswear.
Much as my spirit prefers to adhere to facts in my writing of this nature, some urge yanks at my conscience. I do not want to go to Thailand for the hookers. I want to go to Thailand because I know close to nothing about Thailand. Information on the subject of Thailand has fallen through my brain in my thirty-five years of life.
The action of its falling through my brain only deepened my affection for Thailand. That ruling feels good. When I was twenty-two years old, I moved to Japan. I took a job offer to teach English at a commercial school near Tokyo. Anyone could show up, sign some papers, buy a book of lesson tickets, and get some English. The book contained more lesson tickets than a single student could use in a year.
The book of lesson tickets expired in a year. I took the job because I liked Japanese music. I was twenty-two years old. My future felt bright. I was a published author of short stories. I saw a classified ad in the Indiana University newspaper. I sent an email. They asked for a personal essay.
I wrote some nonsense about how I liked Japanese music. They called me up to Chicago for an interview. I put on a suit. It was a terrible suit. I got the job. I filled out visa paperwork. I got a three-year visa. I went to Japan. I suffered orientation at the company. They let us take a couple of breaks. A girl named Caroline gave me her phone number during one of the breaks.