I’ve been feeling anxious this week. Shaky. Overly-emotional. Pissed at Sophia. Unable to work. Frustrated at everyone on Twitter. Insulting people.
Tonight, I went on YouTube to watch some meditation videos. I tried my best, but let’s be honest, meditation is just not me. I also found the teacher in the video rather attractive, which was distracting me.
During one of the videos, my mother walked in. She told me about this winter hat that she saw a vendor selling on the street for five dollars. I was not interested.
“I’m meditating!” I yelled.
She looked over my shoulder as the meditation video turned red to match the “color of the pelvic chakra.” An Indian sitar played on the soundtrack.
“What’s going on?” she asked about the video.
“I’m not sure. I’m trying to meditate!”
“How can you meditate if you don’t know what you’re doing?” she asked, rather logically, but still annoying
“Just leave me alone, please. I’m trying to be peaceful.”
“Do you want me to buy you that winter hat I saw that guy selling on the street? I noticed that you don’t have a winter hat”
“Don’t buy me a winter hat. Please.”
“It’s only five dollars. If you don’t like it, don’t wear it.”
“Can I meditate please?!”
“Go look at the hat yourself. He has all different colors. Scarves, too.”
After she left the room, I decided to research “meditation” on Google, to learn more about the methods of the ancient art before I watched any more useless videos. I typed in the word, and pressed enter, and the results were all about pharmaceuticals, which is more of a modern art than ancient art.
I had accidentally typed “medication” instead of “meditation.”
I found that so amusing, that I laughed and laughed, and immediately stopped feeling anxious.