CMA
Okay, so that whole "I'll update on Tuesdays and Thursdays" thing isn't working. One day a week is all I seem to have time for right now. Which blows my mind, really. Where the *&$% is all my time going? Oh yes, that's right, the town that I just can't seem to escape. Fuck you, Aurora. (For what it's worth, that's an actual song title from Alkaline Trio. Though their disliked town is in Illinois, not Colorado.)
Right, so want to know something else that bothers me, aside from Aurora, that is? When people honk their horns at a pedestrian. Not in a sort of "Get the hell out of the street" way, though depending on circumstances that would tick me off, too. But rather in a "you're just casually walking down the sidewalk minding your own business and a car drives by and honks at you" sort of way. There are two reasons drivers would honk at a person: hey, I know you! and Wow, you're hot!! The latter is almost wholly unacceptable and really I shouldn't need to elaborate on that. The former though, is just dumb. Have you ever tried to look into a car going 30 (or more) miles an hour and actually recognize someone? It's incredibly difficult if the car's coming your way, and impossible if you're going in the same direction. And frankly, if I haven't seen you in the past six months, I probably don't know what your car looks like so I won't recognize you from that, either. It drives me insane, actually.
And Aurora must have the most drivers willing to honk at pedestrians minding their own business per capita than any other city in the nation. Okay, so that's a bit of an exaggeration, and an unsubstantiated one at that. I do, however, know for sure that more people honk at me in Aurora than they do in Boulder. I don't know if it's a manners thing or just that more people in Aurora recognize me (or think they do). That's the other thing that really chaps my ass about this nonsense: I don't know if I'm being honked at because some testosterone-fueled jerk thinks I look hot, or because someone thinks they know me. It's terribly frustrating. So just quit honking at me, okay?
And in keeping with today's theme (that would be "Chaps My Ass" for those a little slow on the uptake), I cannot stand one of my coworkers. Honestly I want to ring her neck every single time I even sense her presence. Today was a fantastic day for me because she wasn't there. I expressed my frustration to the boss last week, but nothing's come of it yet. Not that I would know for sure anyway. At least not until she packed up her desk and left. Which will hopefully be less than a month from now. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. In the meantime, I will try to ground myself in yogic principles. (Or something of the sort - I really just wanted to use the word yogic.)
Speaking of, (and this is where we leave the theme behind), I got my first issue of Yoga Journal last night. Wow, does it make me want to stand on my head for hours on end. I'm really excited about getting back into the yoga thing. It's something I really want to do. I really really really want it. And something occurred to me today relating to that. I've wanted this for almost five years now, practicing yoga on a regular basis. So why haven't I done it? Why do I not practice yoga when I want to so very badly? The answer came to me today while I was waiting at the bus stop (coincidentally, I was standing on one leg when it happened): it doesn't come easy for me. Rarely in my life have I actually had to work hard at something. After I got over the shock of it (as I don't tend to think of myself as one who doesn't have to work for things) it was rather refreshing. So now I'll be working rather hard, since I know I'll have to, at practicing yoga with more regularity. It will probably replace my early morning web-surfing so I can take a shower afterwards before I head out for work. I'm looking forward to it.
Right, so want to know something else that bothers me, aside from Aurora, that is? When people honk their horns at a pedestrian. Not in a sort of "Get the hell out of the street" way, though depending on circumstances that would tick me off, too. But rather in a "you're just casually walking down the sidewalk minding your own business and a car drives by and honks at you" sort of way. There are two reasons drivers would honk at a person: hey, I know you! and Wow, you're hot!! The latter is almost wholly unacceptable and really I shouldn't need to elaborate on that. The former though, is just dumb. Have you ever tried to look into a car going 30 (or more) miles an hour and actually recognize someone? It's incredibly difficult if the car's coming your way, and impossible if you're going in the same direction. And frankly, if I haven't seen you in the past six months, I probably don't know what your car looks like so I won't recognize you from that, either. It drives me insane, actually.
And Aurora must have the most drivers willing to honk at pedestrians minding their own business per capita than any other city in the nation. Okay, so that's a bit of an exaggeration, and an unsubstantiated one at that. I do, however, know for sure that more people honk at me in Aurora than they do in Boulder. I don't know if it's a manners thing or just that more people in Aurora recognize me (or think they do). That's the other thing that really chaps my ass about this nonsense: I don't know if I'm being honked at because some testosterone-fueled jerk thinks I look hot, or because someone thinks they know me. It's terribly frustrating. So just quit honking at me, okay?
And in keeping with today's theme (that would be "Chaps My Ass" for those a little slow on the uptake), I cannot stand one of my coworkers. Honestly I want to ring her neck every single time I even sense her presence. Today was a fantastic day for me because she wasn't there. I expressed my frustration to the boss last week, but nothing's come of it yet. Not that I would know for sure anyway. At least not until she packed up her desk and left. Which will hopefully be less than a month from now. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. In the meantime, I will try to ground myself in yogic principles. (Or something of the sort - I really just wanted to use the word yogic.)
Speaking of, (and this is where we leave the theme behind), I got my first issue of Yoga Journal last night. Wow, does it make me want to stand on my head for hours on end. I'm really excited about getting back into the yoga thing. It's something I really want to do. I really really really want it. And something occurred to me today relating to that. I've wanted this for almost five years now, practicing yoga on a regular basis. So why haven't I done it? Why do I not practice yoga when I want to so very badly? The answer came to me today while I was waiting at the bus stop (coincidentally, I was standing on one leg when it happened): it doesn't come easy for me. Rarely in my life have I actually had to work hard at something. After I got over the shock of it (as I don't tend to think of myself as one who doesn't have to work for things) it was rather refreshing. So now I'll be working rather hard, since I know I'll have to, at practicing yoga with more regularity. It will probably replace my early morning web-surfing so I can take a shower afterwards before I head out for work. I'm looking forward to it.