Wednesday, March 16, 2011

What is relaxing?

Relaxing has always been difficult for me.  People know that my general affect is that of just having been shot out of a cannon, and in the past year I have noticed that stress is really starting to get to me.  The first sign was that I was smoking more.  A lot more.  I had purchased an electric cigarette to quit smoking and found I was only using it where smoking was not allowed so I could just keep on smokin.

The next sign was that I found that I was holding my breath for no good reason every time I was faced with any kind of stress.


To cap it off, I noticed that suddenly I was not sleeping as well as I used to.  I would find myself counting down the hours left until I had to wake up in the morning, sometimes getting to an hour and a half before finally dozing off.  So I decided to try meditation.  Bought several books, tapes, and even a silly DVD.  Nothing worked.  I kept thinking too hard.

Additionally every time I would lay down I would have to worry about Papi.  I'll just leave it at that.


So I decided I would adopt Eastern Philosophies and become a relaxed and zen individual.  I started by studying the writings of the Dalai Lama.  Then he stated publicly that he was philosophically was a socialist.  That was the end of that.


Tried to do yoga.

Went to a class, and couldn't focus because I was watching everyone else, and was annoyed if people made noises. (yoga should be silent.  At least that's what I think). Then I got into an argument with a guy in my yoga class because he kept crowding me.  Got asked to leave by the instructor for not having a peaceful affect.  That was the end of that.

Had a good friend ask me along on an African safari. Thought about it.

That was the end of that.

Part of the problem is that I go places that aspire to meditation and I don't look like anybody else.  They are all super natural people, wearing hemp clothes and wicker sandals.  I arrive looking, well, like me.  Makeup, hair, designer yoga pants, and matching top.  I have tried to do the natural look.

Couldn't get out the door.

At this point I think I have to just accept I am pathologically incapable of relaxing at all.

Perhaps someday being shot out of a cannon will be something people aspire to.

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