bitful

She's Scottish. Of course, that's a Scottish accent, how could I possibly think it sounded Irish last time? Hang on a second, why is that woman in front of me going into position before the teacher even tells us what to do? She's obviously a regular, and ooh isn't she bendy oh no I should not be judgemental, the teacher said we should leave that outside, but of course, I get Ms look-at-me-I'm-double-jointed right in front of me. This is not a competition. I'm not being judgemental, I'm just bloody annoyed because she's distracting me but I'm going to follow this thought and let it go and disappear and it's going and it's gone. Must not forget to book a place for tomorrow's step class on my way out. I wonder if the teacher is going to wear those skimpy yellow shorts again - had not looked at a woman's ass that way in ages. Perhaps my mom's praying all these years that "it's just a phase" is finally working. Must blog about this. If I get any good at this, and if Dr B. comes out to his family, maybe one day I will practise with his mother, who used to be a teacher I think. Or maybe not, somehow it does not feel right. Must also remember to pick up Crossroads, somebody finally returned it. What's his name in it? Britney's love interest, the one who looks like the French mate I bumped into at Pride (on a good day, with a wooly hat on, and pouting)? Damn, I've got it there on the tip of my tongue. Must blog about this. God she's irritating me, can't she just wait like the rest of us before going from cat into cobra? Stupid anorexic overachiever. Must not be judgemental. Must make a conscious decision to leave all of this outside and concentrate on my body for the next hour. Ooh only 20 minutes to go! Too bad, I was starting to enjoy this. I am letting my thoughts go, they are going… they're gone. And new thoughts come in - welcome new thoughts. Must not forget to call mother tonight to find out if she received the papers. Bloody cheek, I can't believe the consulate asked for 25 pounds for hardly five minutes' work and a computer printout so that I could give her power of attorney to sell my car. The car itself is not worth 25 pounds! So let's make a list before I forget: book step class, take out Crossroads, blog about this, call mother. Why do I have to close my eyes? And find out actor's name in Crossroads. I don't want to close my eyes, I need to see what the others are doing in case I get the instructions wrong, I would hate to open my eyes and find out everyone else is doing something different and laughing at me. I can hardly hear the teacher with the loud music coming from the weights room. Aah, Safe From Harm, the memories, can't believe it's been a year already. So what's this summer's song instead? I'd say Satisfaction, but Safe From Harm was my club anthem, whereas Satisfaction is more of a radio/video thing with a touch of the novelty to it. Oh for Buddha's sake why does he have to slam down his flipping mat like that? Just pick it up and turn it around, you'll still look like a man! Am I supposed to have reached nirvana yet? Anson Mount, that's what that actor's name in Crossroads is. Porn star name, if you ask me. What's the theme tune to the other Crossroads, the axed British soap? Nana nana na na na… no, that's EastEnders. Lalalala lalalalala la la… nope, that's Emmerdale. Must remember to blog about this. And… breathe out.

I sort of had a hunch that Yoga was not for me. I'll stick to it though. One of these days I shall manage to empty my mind, even if it means having to crack my head open against a wall to scoop all the mush out.

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