drugs

Okay, here’s the deal, you guys.  I have to make a disclaimer about this blog and give you some information about me that you might find troubling.  Are you ready?  Here we go:

I’m on drugs.

Legal drugs?  Yes.

Psychoactive, mood-altering drugs?

Also yes.*

(*also pictured: vitamins)

 

 

One thing about these drugs is that they make you normal, I guess.  Whatever that is.

Although another thing about them is that they make you kind of tired.

Like middle-of-the-day tired.

The kind of tired that is okay in Spain, but is not okay here.

 

 

 

I mention this because there are many in the yoga “community” who would say that taking these drugs makes you a yoga fraud.

That these kinds of drugs are a crutch.

That if you take these drugs, then you’ve succumbed to the corporate-industrial-complex’s master evil plan to convince you that you have a disease, and the only thing that will save you is taking their (non-generic) drug which, according to the TV commercials, you should ask your doctor about RIGHT NOW.

According to some people, if you’re waking up angry every day and are thin as a twistie tie and feel tired most of the time and have no appetite and your friends cross to the other side of the street when they see you coming….

 

then what you need to do is more yoga.

 

 

 

 

Particularly more poses like this:  cobra pose, which is a heart-opening backbend.  And everybody knows that backbends open up your heart chakra, allowing all the bad juju you have allowed to accumulate to pour out like an overflowing sewage pipe.

Get that stuff outta there.

 

By the way, yes I am naked, and I’ve talked to Don about it and he’s cool.  I like to be naked in the apartment once in a while– probably not for long (winter), but sometimes.  Turns out that he doesn’t care, because–duh!–he walks around naked, too.  Although with him it’s a little more subtle, but basically he’s fine with it.

 

Anyway.   What was I talking about?  Oh yeah, drugs.

Well, there was a time when I was more of a purist, and I thought I could deal with everything with yoga, too.

I don’t think that anymore.

 

For me, the drugs are like wearing boots in rough terrain.  Sure, you can go outside in your bare feet if you want, but it’s going to get pretty uncomfortable pretty fast.

This just allows me to stay outside longer.  And do what I want to do, so to speak.

It’s good.  I think.

 

So like, I have this little dancing flower that sits on my windowsill.  It’s solar-activated.  Today, despite the appearance of this photo, it’s actually not that bright outside.  So the flower is barely dancing.  In fact, I had to look pretty close to see that it was moving at all.

I’ve felt like that before.

 

And now I don’t, thanks to my legal psychoactive drugs.   Now I feel like I’m getting sun pretty much every day, even when I’m not.

Yoga worked, sort of, but only for a few hours.  And only with some parts of it.

And also you guys, yoga is supposed to be about non-judgment, amiright? amiright?

 

So I guess that’s good.  We’ll see.

Hang on, the phone is ringing…

 

 

Hello?  Oh, hi ( it’s the neighbors).  Naked in the window?  Yeah, that’s me.  Why?

Really?  Oh.  Okay.

Yeah whatever, bye.

 

 

They want me to stop standing naked in the window, Don.  What do you think about that?

You know what I have to say about that?

 

…………..

 

 

 

DANCE NAKED!  DANCE NAKED!

DANCE NAKED IN THE WINDOW!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAEEEEEEE!!!!!

 

 

 

 

Well anyways that’s all I’ve got to say about that.

I guess I’ll either go put on some clothes or pull the shades.

Probably put on some clothes.

It’s sweater weather.  A nice time of year.

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