Vincent
Banned
After tutoring my adult accountant student last night, I was reinforced by two beers and shattered by seeing three different white people that day in a place I considered to be a haven from such.
I went to a bar by myself. The first, I walked in the door, calmly surveyed the scene despite the maid waiting on me. She didn't get under my skin, I was calm in that scene. I left.
Found a new bar. Unfortunately a white guy. But he avoided eye contact mostly. Turned out to be Russian. Two bar girls. Three local pattrons. Sat by myself at the bar first. They intermittantly tried to talk to me. Then found a seat at a table by myself. Successfully disconnected from reallity, focused on the asthetics of the frosted glass infront. Tuned my thoughts into abstraction despite the people's proximity. The bar owner came over to talk with me. I told her about how much courage it had taken me to come here. After three years in her country, finanally, I can do it.
I realise now that alot of people can come to a bar, without a desire to be social, to have a drink and reflect. Fortunately there are televisions and other distractions to pretend to watch. Now I feel I can go out to bars solo, be by myself and to myself, rather than do it alone in my room. I know now also that there are bar maids whose job it is to talk to you. If they don't then you can go to another bar where they will. They then lose business. You don't have to be charming and outgoing. Just be yourself.
I went to a bar by myself. The first, I walked in the door, calmly surveyed the scene despite the maid waiting on me. She didn't get under my skin, I was calm in that scene. I left.
Found a new bar. Unfortunately a white guy. But he avoided eye contact mostly. Turned out to be Russian. Two bar girls. Three local pattrons. Sat by myself at the bar first. They intermittantly tried to talk to me. Then found a seat at a table by myself. Successfully disconnected from reallity, focused on the asthetics of the frosted glass infront. Tuned my thoughts into abstraction despite the people's proximity. The bar owner came over to talk with me. I told her about how much courage it had taken me to come here. After three years in her country, finanally, I can do it.
I realise now that alot of people can come to a bar, without a desire to be social, to have a drink and reflect. Fortunately there are televisions and other distractions to pretend to watch. Now I feel I can go out to bars solo, be by myself and to myself, rather than do it alone in my room. I know now also that there are bar maids whose job it is to talk to you. If they don't then you can go to another bar where they will. They then lose business. You don't have to be charming and outgoing. Just be yourself.