Nurse the Hate: Hate Yoga
The magic yoga culture is exerting great effort to penetrate
my defensive walls and get into my world.
I have been aware of this subculture’s increasing influence and rapid
growth for quite some time. While
skeptics would say that my awareness has been primarily getting caught staring
like a creep at women in yoga pants at shopping areas, I would argue that I am
the victim in that situation. If I
went walking around in a leopard pattern Speedo, I would expect some errant
glances. Note I used the word “errant”
and not “appreciative”. Either
way, it would still be a glance.
The problem as I see it with yoga is like anything. Some people get involved and they just
go too goddamn far. For example, I
know a woman that told me that she left her husband because “he wasn’t
supportive of my yoga”. Unless he
tried to prevent her from attending her 3:00 class, how much more supportive
does he need to be? She got in too deep. I think that
her version of “supportive of her yoga” meant him buying into the idea that she had
super powers. So when he mentioned
she might be out of her mind when she said “I can cast spells and heal people”,
he was “not supportive”.
I am very skeptical of the idea of these alternative
healers. The other day I had a
woman try to sell me into the idea of reiki. The idea is that she is a natural healer. She was born with this latent ability
and then though the good fortune of New Age classes was able to unleash this
power for the good of all that entered her sphere. I told her I was glad that she had discovered this talent
but I wasn’t a big proponent of it.
Look, I don’t want to rain on her parade. She works a low paying gig, is a single mom, and if she
thinks she has super powers, I don’t want to bum her out and disagree. I also don’t want to pretend that I’m
all in either. She is a woman
driving around in a broken down Corolla or something, not Wonder Woman’s
invisible plane. Let’s stay in our
shoes.
The next thing I know she starts to wave her hands around me
and closing her eyes as if in a trance. She then opens her eyes and announces some of my chakras are
blocked. I cannot be happy
until I balance these out and get myself on the same universe as the person
that has blocked my chakras. If I
can be frank, this is quite a tall order to have dropped on you. On the one hand I am very glad that it
was my chakra blocked and not my arteries. However, no one wants anything that is blocked. Apparently the only way I can unblock
it is to get on the proper universe. This seems like a lot of trouble as it can
be a hassle to fly to San Francisco, much less traveling to another
universe. I have no map on how to
get there. How can I get
unblocked?
The other big issue is that I don’t know how to unblock my
chakra even if I find it. She
suggested I need to walk around barefoot or maybe hug a tree to gain the
positive electrons from these activities.
Hmmm… I don’t know how that
would help me unblock my chakra that is all tangled up in another universe and
mentioned to her that it seemed like a thin association. This is when I was told that the
current universe that I am in is not balanced and is why my chakra is
blocked. There are many different
universes going on all at the same time, and I just needed to get this universe
back in the flow of my proper destiny.
It sort of seemed like a random combination of mythology, New Age
grooviness, physical therapy, Yes records, and comic books. Still, she seemed like she was quite happy like she had all
the answers and it is hard to argue with that type of self assured contentment.
I am not sure where I go from here. I have blocked chakras. I am all fucked up in this
universe. I don’t know how to get
to the other universe. Even if I
get to the other universe, I don’t know what to do when I get there. Meanwhile I had no idea this was even
an issue until this Magic Woman told me about it. I was blissfully unaware of the size
and scope of my problems. If I
may, I think that the time machine scenario I had previously in Tasmania was
less hassle than multiple universes gone haywire with blocked chakras that I
have now. If I had that time
machine, I could go back and prevent the chakras from being blocked I
suppose. It’s best not to dwell on
it. It just further blocks a
chakra I’m sure. I wish I could
talk to "alternate universe me" and figure out what to do to right the ship.
God damn yoga.
4 Comments:
What you have right there, Sir, is a fine backstory for some new Marvel supervillian, left to roam the wrong universe for 1,000 years, bare feet unmercifully bound in heavy, iron cowboy boots, unwittingly smiting the "good" electrons under each leaden footfall until at long last he accepts his destiny and becomes... Blockra.
P.S. I'd strongly suggest the leopard pattern speedo get worked into his bad-guy costume.
While I appreciate the support, my thought is that a superhero in a leopard speedo and less cowboy boots is going to have limited market appeal. Then again, Hollywood has made an abundance of superhero movies, so they probably could use a new hero. There will be slim profit margins on a film of that nature, so I would expect my character to be played by a former star that normally wouldn't consider such a role. Jon Lovitz? Andrew McCarthy?
Damn autocorrect.... lead cowboy boots
Jon Lovitz: YES.
(Dang limited font selection. That needed to be bolded, underlined and 48 pt.)
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