How Am I Suppose to Feel?
How am I suppose to feel about women sitting on either side of the street in provocative clothing calling out and grabbing after every foreign man that walks by?
How am I suppose to feel when looking into a woman’s eyes and all I see is a deep sea of despair, despite the smile and bright pink and blue makeup?
How am I suppose to feel when every girl asked, “Do you like it here?” says no. Most of the girls here are from rural villages from the North, looking for a way to provide for her family because their husband has left.
How am I suppose to feel about the American men who come to Thailand just for the women sitting on Walking Street?
How am I suppose to feel about the hundreds of older men I have seen walking the beach who look so lonely, some with a young Thai girl on their arm?
How am I suppose to feel about the fact that there are 60,000 prostitutes in Pattaya, Thailand alone?
How am I suppose to feel when men dress like women and look more feminine than the girls? The politically correct term is “ladyboys.”
How am I suppose to feel when I go to English class and Nam buys me a bracelet with my name in Thai as a gift, after meeting her only once?
How am I suppose to feel . . .
Father, please show me how you feel about it all.
