Yesterday I felt like a mermaid in a castle—spa castle. It’s a Korean bathhouse in Queens. it got popular many years ago because NY hadn’t had a place like that before. Korean tradition is that you go into the locker Room baths naked. It’s so interesting to see how Americans view this. Some people get really uncomfortable. I saw this in my own family a few ago. quite a few family members are overweight and this cousin really didn’t want to be naked. It was same sex only, but that didn‘t make her feel better about it. She did it though and I was impressed. She asked us not to look at her body at all. I love being naked. It feels freeing. And I do believe I’m a mermaid. It all matches up. I’m a cancer sign (water). My middle name is Ariel and I’m a singer. And I have mermaid leggings already. spa castle went through difficulties in 2015 when they shut for months due to health code violations. Then Covid really did a number on them. I felt bad, but I also expected better service. Some staff was definitely trying. Others couldn’t care less. It was comforting to see the woman in her bra and underwear, whose job it is to give the body scubs that now cost $75 for 30 minutes. I was tempted but didn‘t do it. The food options are limited, and the beef bulgogi was good. I understand they need to make money. I don’t think I could do a better job or anything. It was just an interesting day. I went into the pools, indoor and outdoor, different saunas. There’s a jade one with picked at but pretty stones. I took a short nap in one of the resting areas. a few rooms were closed. Maybe due to Covid. it was pretty empty, although it was a weekday. I met a few people there from a meet up group. I kept thinking I would do my recovery work there, but in the end I just wanted to chill out. I did a meditation in the steam room. Another woman came in and she was happy to listen to the meditation as well. I was a little worried my phone would get affected by the heat. I should have drive then. It was only 20 minutes but an hour by buses. I ended up taking an Uber, which was also costly. Sometimes the idea of not finding a parking spot freaks me out. I’m not sure why. It’s like, I can pay for a lot in I need to. It’s something in my brain that says ill lose money, or something bad will happen. Maybe it’s trauma from getting parking tickets? But I haven’t gotten that many. I’m not sure, but I pray it goes away. I don’t need it and don’t want it!
Still haven’t heard from auntie Doris and I haven’t apologized either.
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