I’ve got a wild hair. It’s the n’th hour of a Sunday morning here in December as 2012 fades away. I began a book eight years ago and had to put it away for awhile. I was advised it was negative and I sorrowfully lack the fire to ignore advice.
I have a class to teach in half an hour. I feel like crap after careening down a small ravine a few days ago. I haven’t slept in nights. And so full of poor judgement and inflammation that burns like fire, I’m releasing the opening of the book. Hope you like it.
My first book
a compilation of observations
I’m O.K., You’re An Asshole. Observations and Discriminations from a Rebel Yogi
I started this book in 2004 or maybe it was 2005. Who keeps track of dates? My time is recorded in events and this was the time I met my first yoga opportunist. It was the time I had my first competitor, my first enemy who walked into my class backed by a chunk of family money and a mission to put me out and step into my shoes. And then Hot Yoga walked into town with a mission for money. Yoga was over as I knew it. Innocence was lost.
This writing was a way to blow off steam and I put it down not long after I began it. Eight years later and the blogosphere is awash in yoga bashing, yoga analysis on yoga culture with a subsequent awareness that when human beings with time and desire on their hands need a distraction they can turn even yoga into a mess. This book is absolutely subjective but what the Hell. I’ve decided to set it free.
Put down this book. It is not for you.I know so many wonderful people; people I would never consider an asshole. Just for the record.
This is a yoga book that points out flaws and freaky because we have enough information on how potentially good we are to fill up a Christian bookstore and that’s just encouraging us to be assholes.
Karma is often misunderstood. The way it works is, I say, “You’re an asshole”, and that makes you think that I’m the asshole because you don’t get what an asshole you are and that makes you act like an asshole to me. It’s a loop. I don’t want to mess up anyone’s karma including my own so let’s not start that. O.K., I started it but I want to point something out. The yoga class buzz is as brief as a Sunday sermon. Benign expressions fade.
We people are unpredictable. Memories lie waiting like soldiers in foxholes to gun us down when we least expect it. Unconscious thoughts arise at inappropriate times and do damage. I didn’t provoke you but your asshole memories are turning into your asshole reality and getting in my face. I can pretend I don’t care but in fact everything matters to me and now I’m trying to rein in my feelings, you asshole. The karma wheel keeps turning.