Contrary to popular belief, even full-time travelers have shitty days.
Sure, most of the time my life is filled with beautiful beach days and incredible food, but every once in a while something happens that puts me into a no good, very bad funk.
Last week, in Bangkok, I was having one of those such days (due to either a fight with my boyfriend, my boss, or my mom — I can’t remember which) and spent most of my morning and afternoon fighting back tears. Plus, it was raining outside, which never fails to make any bad mood worse. I could barely get through any of my assignments because of my mope-y state of mind, so decided to call it a day and head home from work early. As I left the office, I was pretty much Eeyore trudging around with a black cloud over my head.
But then, something amazing happened. I was lost in my negative thoughts staring into shop windows, and right there between a beauty store and a bra store was a WINDOW FULL OF CATS. They were so, so fluffy and amazing, and I knew I had to get in there STAT.
So I went inside, ordered a mango and sticky rice (another A+ Thai cure for a bad day), and made my way into the playroom.
There were dozens of cats, all curled up and purring and adorable. Some were snuggling with each other, and others were lazing around alone the way cats do, and none of them seemed to care that there was a creepily enthusiastic girl (ME) who wanted to snuggle the living shit out of them.
At first, I was a little nervous that they were drugged because they looked so happy, but a quick Google search told me that cat cafe’s are actually known for rescuing cats and treating them well. I was thrilled.
Remember Elmyra from Looney Tunes? Yeah, that was me.
45 solo minutes petting cats and two plates of Mango Sticky Rice later (please don’t judge me, on either account) I was a new woman. I know animal therapy is very, very much a thing, and I am officially a believer. It snapped me out of whatever funk I was in, and calmed me down to the point that I was able to go home and finish my work without my brain torturing itself with negativity.
… Maybe I should cancel my TalkSpace membership, and invest in a cat instead?