the yoga people must die
Most of my thoughts lately are "The Yoga People Must Die."
The yoga people are my office neighbors.
Most of my office neighbors are very nice. The paint guys? The security guys? The generator guys? All nice.
But the yoga people are not nice. And they are loud.
That is just confusing to me. Loud yoga people? I thought yoga was about relaxation and stretching.
Also, the yoga people have night classes. I used to be the only person here nights. Everyone else went home. [Except the security guard and dogs do not get any ideas.] But not the yoga people. They keep going. Sometimes till 9 pm. Those are my all's quiet I can write hours. Ow.
I should have had a clue the first day when the yoga woman said they did "Kundalini Yelling Yoga." I turned pale and she said she was joking but I am beginning to wonder. Today they started out Omming loud enough to raise pharoahs. I guess it takes a while to get through to pharoahs too because the Omm shouting went on a long time. Now they are doing something meditative that involves slamming things into our adjoining wall. [I am thinking people with bad balance are trying to do head stands -- cartwheeling heels on drywall maybe?] Whatever it is, it makes bangs and crashes.
These are people who complain they cannot be contemplative if I watch a tape next door. Me, I am trying to figure out what is contemplative about kicking walls and yelling Omm. [How can they even hear me watching a tape over all that noise?] Also I am trying to figure out why a yoga instructor has to shout instructions. Are all the yoga students deaf?
I guess not if they can hear me watching The Highlander.
Your Just Say No To Yoga Adams Girl
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