Crazy Town.
So I’ve been practicing yoga for a year now. I jumped on the band wagon. I got buff. I got toned. I got my zen on.
But I have reason to believe that it’s making me absolutely insane.
Let me present my evidence.
My library (which I’m very proud of) is now 30% books about chakras, auras, zen, communicating psychically with your dog, spirit animals, astro-analysis, tarot cards, and Winnie the Pooh. (No lie, I look to my right and just summed up their titles just now.)
I feel completely disconnected from normal people. Normal people don’t start conversations like, “So I was meditating in my bath tub the other night trying to connect with my dog’s auric field…” (Again, that really happened.)
I’m so <i> aware </i> of myself that I process everything that I’m doing. Things I’ve noticed that I do.
Clench my jaw night and day.
Slow down for squirrel crossings on the road.
Connect with every Mexican I can think of to get in touch with my past life.
Not to mention that my job has my brain firing at a thousand miles an her for eight hours everyday, that I’m becoming downright stupid. I locked myself INSIDE my car the other day. True story.
So where has this Zen/finding yourself/yoga thing taken me? On the road to crazy town, that’s where.
