Wish Cotton was a Monkey

I say that to myself when i have something or i'm in a situation that i wish was something else.

There was a Little Rascals episode where the gang all went camping, and Stymie's ma made him take his little brother Cotton along. The other kids were annoyed, because Cotton was a "little kid". Stymie also had this obsession with monkeys in this episode. That night, when Stymie and Cotton were sleeping in their sleeping bag, Stymie was rubbing Cotton's little head, repeating dreamily, "wish Cotton was a monkey....wish Cotton was a monkey..."

Chiang Mai is a cool town. I like the multicutural feel, and the energy is nice. It was cool to see the Chinese muslims (i didn't know there were Chinese Muslims) from Yunnan province and eat their food. The design of the town is great too, and the temples are beautiful. But i also have a heightened sensitivity toward anything that approaches commercial tourism, and this place is geared for it. Seeing white folk at every intersection squinting at street signs and holding maps is unappealing to me. And feeling like a walking ATM kinda blows. I found myself thinking about Wang Hin- the quiet nights, the songs, the folks, my kids. Don't get me wrong, i liked Chiang Mai, and everyone should go there, even you. Chiang Mai is great, but-

Wish Cotton was a monkey.