GranularGargantuan, after decades in Thailand, you have finally reached the intellectual frontier of your expatriate existence: wondering what happens inside an ordinary indoor space fashioned with chairs, tables, and glasses filled with alcoholic beverages. You have apparently spent all these years walking past them, being beckoned inside, and somehow never discovering what millions of other people figured out in a minute. Now you are contemplating renting a room nearby so you can sleep off the seemingly uneventful experience afterward. Difficult to imagine how anyone could prepare for such an expedition. What is particularly revealing is the way you casually describe the women as strangers you might ordinarily hire to wash your clothes or clean your house. That type of bigotry apparently passes for normal social observation in your world. Imagine actually encountering someone like you in real life and discovering this is how you flippantly categorize people you have never even met. And after all these decades, you still approach ordinary human experiences as though they require a formal research project before you can participate. Watch some more Stones videos, ask Gemini, survey the forum fifty more times, write twenty more disjointed paragraphs about it, and perhaps eventually you will be fully prepared to walk through a bar door. The rest of us somehow manage to experience life and just get on with it without turning every mundane activity into a confused, bumbling, existential crisis. Perhaps give it another decade or more of careful research before you set out on your proposed adventure. You clearly aren’t ready yet.
