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When people ask me what I do, and I say massage therapist, I see their eyes move back and forth putting me in a specific place on the “food chain” that is much lower that I am used to. Sometimes it annoys me, because I have a big ego, but most of the time I just smile and remind myself not to judge people.
I had a whole rant about that…..but I don’t feel like it.
I’m looking out the window at this cold, naked, rough, cracked tree blowing in the wind. I’m in a room full of people that are talking to each other and not paying attention to the world outside. It looks like the tree is waving it’s branches like hands while saying, “look at me, HEY, (tap,tap,tap), I’m right here guys”.
You think maybe I’m projecting?
Naw….me either.
I took a ridiculous class this weekend. I did it to fulfill my last four elective hours. It was the only one that fit so I didn’t have to pay extra money. The class was aligning chakras. The teacher was talking about colors and what they mean and specifically looked directly at me while she was talking about the color black. Acording to her, black is all about absolutes and fervent searching. It might have had something to do with my shoes, socks, pants, shirt, sweatshirt, leather jacket and bag all being black….but I don’t know, I like to think she was just sensing my depth of my deepness. I noticed that when we were doing “purification” exercises (don’t ask) she went around to every person in the room to help….except me. She must have sensed my closed off aura and decided to avoid my blackness.
The class was annoying because of it’s total subjective slant, and because 85% of the class are the wack-a-doos that make people raise an eyebrow when I say “massage therapist”. I do believe in most of that “stuff”, chakras, reflexology, energy work….but it takes years, and years…..and YEARS to understand and practice with any kind of creditibility. I’m sick of people bragging that they were born with a gift, waving their hands around and thinking that they have made some sort of significant change.
But that’s me, and maybe I’m the one that just doesn’t get it.
Sorry, that may have been boring…..sometimes I can’t tell.
two things and I am done.
One: red glasses…..still missing. It’s been about a week now.
Two: I have more of little C’s journal to transcribe…..I just didn’t feel like it right now.
Three (I know I said two, but I just thought of one more): I was going to get my nose re pierced yesterday, but I’m taking a self defense class where I learn how to beat up guys wearing padded foam suits. Geesh, you don’t really hear about many people being attacked by guys like that but, you know me, always be prepared for the niche criminal. I thought an inflamed nose would impair my ability to kick ass….so I refrained. That’s two weekends in a row. Then I’m going to see the parents, so I refrain again. Who needs that old school grief? That almost brings me to Austin in March. So, Austin peeps, remind and refer me to a good studio with sharp needles with a bar that we can have drinks at around the corner.
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