So I'm terribly sad about my cat, but not unreasonable in knowing that I'm lucky it was only a cat and not, say, my brother or sister. I've had a run of crappy experiences over the past six months, but I don't live in Egypt and I don't have AIDS, so it's not like I sit around thinking my world is worse than everybody else's.
For example, I was at a wine-based event (my favorite kind) with my dad recently and he pointed out a gentleman in his 90s that works for his company. He told me that the man was Jewish and had fought in WWII as a bomber pilot. His plane was shot down over Germany and he was captured by Nazi forces, held prisoner, and sent on a death march with 600 other captives, half of whom died. The soldiers found out he was Jewish and broke his hands. His death was reported to his family back in the States - but he survived, made it back alive, and is obviously an extraordinary man. He is still working full-time because he's putting his grandchildren through college. I immediately had 2 realizations: 1)I've not accomplished anything in life and 2)I should not complain about anything ever and managed NOT to complain about anything for almost a full 10 minutes. Baby steps. . .
I also tried to do bikram yoga. I didn't know what it was, thought bikram was just the name of the place and hell, I love doing yoga and my friend offered me a free coupon to go with her. Bikram yoga is done in a really hot room. We got there just as the class was due to start and the pot-bellied male instructor who was half-naked and showing his pubic bones was kind of a jerk and looked like Zach Galifianakis. He chastised us for not coming well in advance of the class start, even though it was our first time both at the place and doing bikram. He also told us that the most important thing would be to NOT leave the room. We got our mats and towels and walked into the large studio filled with people lying down all over the floor. It was extremely hot and stunk so horribly that I gagged at first breath. The guy next to me was wearing shiny green boxer briefs that made me uncomfortable. It was so effing smelly - like feet and smegma and sweat and garbage. Yoga relaxes me and I love it, but this place was so disgusting and Zach Galifianakis was so rude that my whole body tensed up, particularly my olfactory gear. I've turned over a new leaf recently and decided that I'm going to stop doing things I don't want to do - so I walked out and let the receptionist know that I had to leave because it smelled so awful I thought I was laying my mat over decomposing bodies with athlete's foot. Then, I took a nice long walk around pleasant neighborhoods and frolicked with squirrels.
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