I have priorities before having kids …
- have a place to live either a condo or house, in my own name, fully paid for.
- have a bank account and investment portfolio that are equal to the amount a successful foreigner would have at age 30 if not more.
- Be living as far away from Thailand as possible, a galaxy far, far away would be fine, failing that, a different continent would suffice.
Then and only then would i start to think about having children.
Sounds attainable right? Not if you understand village life and the traps that come with it. To give you an example, I had an evening out with 5 former girlfriends who are now just acquaintances but all of whom I have known since I was about 7 or 8 growing up in the same village. We’re all the same age, 28 and between them they have 15 babies.
The 15 babies are shared by 8 men, each guy being responsible for about 2.
None of the guys are around. None of them remain married although all have been wed earlier.
Each is more than 20 kilos heavier than me now where once we were all called the “skinny bitches” in school.
Birth control is not taught in the village, not in school, not by parents, not by tv. Getting pregnant is as much a mystery to a girl growing up where I grew up as it was for a cave girl living 4,000 years ago. Yet at the age of 13 with no money to even walk out of the house to buy a 10 baht sweet at 7 Eleven there is little to do besides watch tv and fuck. Fortunately for me, as pretty as I am now, I was blessed with being fucking ugly when I was a kid. 9/10 guys thought I had a dick, that’s how much I looked like a boy, and even then proving that guys will indeed fuck anything that moves, some did actually hit on me.
What saved me was books.
Even now as I get ready to move my things into my new condo in a month or so I’m thinking about how I’m going to move these 200 books from one place to the other by myself. I’ve been reading and collecting books since I learned they contain something which is hard to find … truth. It helped how I looked at boys for sure, every time one of the future broke jobless guys came waving his dick in my direction I asked myself, would Joan of Ark want to get fucked by this guy?
No, no and no.
I must have read over 1000 books by now and while I try to touch on everything I keep coming back to Greek Mythology, Egyptian History and especially Female Heroines to get my inspiration from.
Did I get to talk about any of those things on the weekend with those girls I once knew? Hardly. “Why aren’t you pregnant?” was the question that got thrown my way much too often. “Don’t you want to be normal?” was question number two.
Yes I do want to be normal, by western standards not by Thai ones.
That means a good bank account, a trading account, buy some land, build a property. All things the Jaa before me did successfully and I think I would do good to learn from her. But whereas she is happy with living here I guess, I’m not.
So by the New Year I’m looking into how to have a trading account for my investments oversees. If everything keeps going well I’ll keep saving for a house as well and I’ll keep my eye open for a guy who doesn’t actually want to sell everything he owns to come live here. It’s unbelievable how many guys there are like that.
To me that’s like me driving to the country away from zombies that have taken over the city only to see every available man rushing in to become part of the infestation.
Last thing I need on my resume is a zombie child.
I’ll wait thank you.
Jaa xx
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