Lotus blossoms. Can't stand 'em.
I've come to terms with the fact that I'm a total New Age freak now. I'm vegan, I don't go a day without yoga, I'm studying Eastern medicine and body work, and the first vacation I booked in my entire adult life was to an ashram where I partook in hiking, meditation, and kirtan.
Do you know what kirtan is? I sit with a bunch of dumpy white people playing Indian instruments chanting to Hindu deities that we know nothing about in fucking Sanskrit for a couple of hours at a time. I consider this FUN.
Shameful as it is, I've reached my limit in one area- lotus flowers. Vegan restaurants, yoga studios, and bodywork anything, its fucking lotus flowers on everything. Lets find a new semi-divine plant! I'm putting some of them food coloring-enhanced Bodega chrysanthemums on my business card. Or one of those roses with the fiber optics in em you can score at the county fair. Or shit,
some random clip art. ANYTHING but the lotus.
Time for you to all respond in defense of your lotus tattoos. Same goes for those! If I could go without trying to stay "zen" in yoga class whilst some rich ho triggers my lotus rage with a lotus blossom lower back tattoo peeking over some horrendous lululemon spandex shorts, I'd be a happy yogi.
I don't forsee successful marketing in my future as a massage therapist. Fuck Da Lotus Massage Studios. Shiatsu, Thai, and Swedish massage. Package deals available. [smiley face with bullet holes as logo]. Om shanti, namaste, motherfucker.