Taking a moment to connect
Mind: Drifting to the past weekend at the feast and that fight trying to stay present...
Body: Cold because I forgot a towel when I jumped out of the shower
Spirit: Red Killian's, ( ok wrong spirit feeling creative
Oil: Lavender and Cedar mix
Lavender according to Modern Essentials says it used is for everything ( it even is even a treatment for Vertigo! next time I am taking this with me on the roller-coasters) mixed with Cedar for Tension, Yoga, calming
I have decided try the whole blog idea ( and your're like "no poopy bird diper"). I decided on the name wobbles for the blog because it was my World of Warcraft name of my purple pig-tailed haired gnome with green eyes. She was my favorite part of the whole game, but that might be more because I am terrible at video games. Anyway, I felt that Wobbles would be a better name for someone trying to find balance, aka, a yogicish person. The first step of the journey is trying.
Working at Westminster I very rarely feel older as I am in the minority of the population age especially since I get asked If I have graduated from highs chool or college on almost a daily basis. Peeps! I a 28 and have done both! No I am not married nor do I want children. This weekend I had the experience of feeling older, and not because I felt like I wanted to go to bed before 11 pm. I got to watch a shit-show of entertainment. ( the ish part of my title) 22 year olds fighting at 4 am not once but twice.
Scene 3:30 ish in the morning, 67 degrees beautiful morning, 3/4 moon waxing. group of happy party people celebrating the one dudes 22 years on the planet earth. Seems to be going swell until BAMB, ( Mom, you should probably stop reading this if you are) suddenly there is problem. Testosterone is kicking in and if everyone were a cat the hair would be frizzy and tense. I am still trying to figure out what the issue was... anyway this fine gentleman seemed to be the problem was escorted by the older wiser and I might add taller, more handsome gentleman ( I might be biased) to his destination. Then bristled tails starting to lay flat the boredom of waiting sets in. This mustang with what sounds like a broken muffler problem ( might have been deliberate ) pulls up to the traffic light. Inside was a guy driving with several girls in the car. The extremely drunk birthday boy of our party starts shouting at the car " your balls are this big" The light turns green and they pull off and things go back to boring.
Then suddenly the mustang pulls up from having gone around the corner and the "nothing good happens after midnight" storm happens. The man, ney the boy gets out of the car and says "what did you say to me!?" And then the fists starts flying!! not even at the taunter. However, everyone there a group of 15 ish total reach for their designated friend to stop the fight. That tall man I mentioned earlier comes flying down the road and locks one gentleman in a full nelson on the ground meanwhile whispering calming words to get him to stop trying to swing through the air with fists ( he should have used the cedar oil). In the meantime I am standing there in smack dab in the middle just watching all of this go down and feeling very old. I do not understand. I didn't see a reason to jump in. Really?" are you bored? and the other nagging feeling, "wow, i actually feel like the older person in the crowd" The amazing part is words were being shouted, fists were flying but everyone missed their target. They mostly did dumb stuff like try to throw a punch and fall down then yell at the other person saying it was their fault. All the scene needed with symphonic music to the tune of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake Suite. I have never felt so invisible. As DD I was completely sober and was not even noticed as a middle-of-the-action stander. I felt like there was a hurricane going on and I was standing in the middle and nothing was going on in my bubble except for loud noises. It almost went into slow motion.
After the alley cats scared themselves 5 from the car versus the 8 of us ( or rather 7 of us because my mouse voice was useless to the debacle) , they finally drove off, asking for names and giving threatening words such as "wait until I know your name" and reassure words were given that "this is not worth it". The next few minutes, closer to an hour and a half was dedicated to rehashing the excitement of the bristled tails with extravagant additions like, " did you see that punch? and " I so got him" he didn't stand a chance" and the full nelson victim who actually did get a slight punch to the eye ( to help him see red) " You didn't give me a chance to get back at him". It made for an interesting experience perspective-wise.
In the words of Arnold Schwarzenegger " a little excitement in an otherwise dull day".
How's that for my not yogic-like at all blog post?
Maybe tomorrow I will be slightly closer to my journey towards being yogic. I like the journey to the journey. I have a lot to learn...
