Yelling at someone in the parking lot as you hastily make your way to the yoga class for which you are running late, but in your defense, this person nearly killed you with their tinted-window Panzer tank, and seeing your life flash before your eyes IN ADDITION TO running late (when you are compulsively punctual) will make you cranky.
Wearing a t-shirt with a skull on it, especially if everything else you are wearing is black.
Mentioning that if there is a Zen center of the universe, you are the planet it's furthest from by way of introducing yourself to the rest of the class. Always with the oversharing!
But, as I like to say, I'm sure everyone was too busy being the main characters of their own lives (or finding their centers—after all, this is yoga) to notice or care.
And, man, all of the above notwithstanding, I kicked the crap out of Hatha Flow today! Eat that, yogis!
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