When I was growing up one of my favorite books was Megan The Klutz. It was about a girl who was extremely clumsy but who still managed to win a beauty pageant. I don't remember what the beauty pageant had to do with anything but still the book really resonated with me because I am extremely clumsy.
Seriously.
It's embarrassing. In college my best friend would count the number of times that I fell during a soccer game. Not the number of times that I collided with another player. No, I would be all by myself and would just fall over.
It's sort of the story of my life. When I was little we ate dinner together as a family every night, or practically every night. One of my chores was to set the table. I would start by putting out the place mats. My older sister Sam wanted to know why we had to use place mats and couldn't have a tablecloth like her best friend's family used. My parents had to explain to her that it was easier to wash place mats and that I spilled too much stuff to use a tablecloth. My family actually cheered me when I made it through an entire meal without spilling something. This wasn't until I was about nine years old.
Today I sliced my thumb open while doing dishes when a steak knife slipped. Yeah. Can you say ouch?!? I immediately started sucking my thumb- a) to stop the bleeding and b) to stop myself from screaming.
Then I remembered hearing that you have more bacteria in your mouth than any other place in your body so was sucking my open wound really a good idea?? I decided that I didn't care. Plus, sucking my thumb felt really nice. I understand why little kids do it.
Thankfully my boss was able to rearrange the schedule so that I don't have to come in to work today. I use my thumb a lot during massages, plus I didn't want to bleed on clients (that is frowned upon) nor did I want to get oil in my open wound.
What I've realized is that I really use my right thumb for pretty much everything that I do. Thankfully you don't really need it for typing though!
The cut doesn't look like much so when my boss sees it on Thursday she will think I am full of it but it was super scary when it happened. My hands are my livelihood- I can't afford to have something happen to them. I can't afford to be a clutz. So I think I have to options- either stop being a clutz or just stop washing the dishes!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
tarot card reading
One of the things I did on my birthday was to go get a tarot card reading. I don't fully believe in them, but I don't fully disbelieve in them either. I believe there are people out there who are clairvoyant and have actual psychic abilities. The woman I saw was not one of them.
I wouldn't normally be willing to spend the money on getting a tarot card reading but it was my birthday so all caution was thrown to the wind.
The real reason we went was to see the guy who had read our palms before. His name was John and he had an aura sac. What is an aura sac? It's the nice term we have given to the huge fold of skin that goes from his belly button down to his knees! As you can imagine, it is hard to find clothes to handle that so his outfits are pretty interesting. And he smells bad, I don't think he is washing underneath that thing! It's possible that he lost a lot of weight, like maybe he used to be 500 pounds and now is only 300, and so has some extra skin. It's possible that he just has ginormous balls. We really don't know what it is, all we know is that it is really hard not to stare at it especially when your other choices are staring at his blackened teeth and fingernails.
But John is the kind of person that you WANT to tell your fortune, not the normal girl we had on my birthday. What's the fun in that? Normal = blah!
She didn't tell me anything very insightful. The one thing that she repeated about six times was that my lovelife sucks. Thanks. I got the point.
She said, "Money, career, family, that stuff's all fine, ah! but your love life... this is no good. Money will rise and fall but you will never starve. But this love life is terrible. This is not how it is supposed to be. You are bitter. Something happened in your past relationships that has made you bitter. And you have missed out on things that you were supposed to have now."
She also said a bunch of stuff that didn't really apply to me. Plus some generic stuff like, "You are worried about someone." Really?
It's a fun thing to do every now and then but I am not going to plan my life around what they say.
I wouldn't normally be willing to spend the money on getting a tarot card reading but it was my birthday so all caution was thrown to the wind.
The real reason we went was to see the guy who had read our palms before. His name was John and he had an aura sac. What is an aura sac? It's the nice term we have given to the huge fold of skin that goes from his belly button down to his knees! As you can imagine, it is hard to find clothes to handle that so his outfits are pretty interesting. And he smells bad, I don't think he is washing underneath that thing! It's possible that he lost a lot of weight, like maybe he used to be 500 pounds and now is only 300, and so has some extra skin. It's possible that he just has ginormous balls. We really don't know what it is, all we know is that it is really hard not to stare at it especially when your other choices are staring at his blackened teeth and fingernails.
But John is the kind of person that you WANT to tell your fortune, not the normal girl we had on my birthday. What's the fun in that? Normal = blah!
She didn't tell me anything very insightful. The one thing that she repeated about six times was that my lovelife sucks. Thanks. I got the point.
She said, "Money, career, family, that stuff's all fine, ah! but your love life... this is no good. Money will rise and fall but you will never starve. But this love life is terrible. This is not how it is supposed to be. You are bitter. Something happened in your past relationships that has made you bitter. And you have missed out on things that you were supposed to have now."
She also said a bunch of stuff that didn't really apply to me. Plus some generic stuff like, "You are worried about someone." Really?
It's a fun thing to do every now and then but I am not going to plan my life around what they say.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
birthday moment
One of my favorite birthday moments yesterday was when my mom called me and left a message on my voicemail.
She told me that she was at my sister's house, re-wallpapering the front entry way and she follows this up by saying, "So I guess you could say that I'm 'laboring' on your birthday again!"
Ba-dum-dum!
I also am going to take this time to point out that each successive childbirth does not necessarily get easier. I was my mother's sixth child and I was the most difficult birth she had! That was because I was head first, but facing the wrong way. Sorry, Mama!
She told me that she was at my sister's house, re-wallpapering the front entry way and she follows this up by saying, "So I guess you could say that I'm 'laboring' on your birthday again!"
Ba-dum-dum!
I also am going to take this time to point out that each successive childbirth does not necessarily get easier. I was my mother's sixth child and I was the most difficult birth she had! That was because I was head first, but facing the wrong way. Sorry, Mama!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
happy birthday to me
So this is what it feels like to be thirty...
... it feels pretty awesome if I do say so myself.
I still remember when I turned 13 years old. I remember being excited that I was officially a teenager and I remember looking in the mirror that day to see if I looked any different. Nope.
And my thirty-year-old self looks just like my twenty-nine-year-old self. Which is fine with me. I would kind of have hated to wake up and suddenly looked a lot older, ya know?
I expected to be upset about turning 30. I remember back when I was 23 and I had all these things that I wanted to accomplish before I was 30. I didn't accomplish all that many of them. Oh well. I think that is part of growing up- you realize that your life path changes and you don't have to get worked up and upset because your dreams have changed. That's how life works.
So what have I learned in the last 30 years?
I've learned that:
1) red wine goes with everything
2) so does chocolate
3) a few really good friends are worth more than a hundred artificial friends
4) you should dance for at least five minutes every day
5) everyone has their own path to take and you can't choose it for them
6) 20/20 vision is so worth a couple of thousand dollars
7) dogs are better than cats
8) releasing the pectoral muscles and psoas will cure your back pain
9) listening to rap music makes me angry (not at the music, but it just brings out my violent tendencies)
10) we all make mistakes
11) energy work is really powerful stuff and is not some hippie nonsense
12) things are going to change. nothing stays the same. so if it is bad, just keep going, cuz it can't be bad forever
13) you have no idea what is going on in other people's heads- for example, I thought this member at the gym where I worked really didn't like me (he was rather grumpy) and then on my last day of work there (he didn't know it was my last day) he made a comment to me about how I was the best employee there and how he always looks forward to my smiling face because it is a good way to start his day
14) holding a grudge will make you miserable
15) drinking lots of water is the best way for me to avoid being sick
16) it's a lot easier just to tell the truth
17) my parents were right about a lot of things
18) I shouldn't drink caffeine after 2 PM or I will be up all night
19) it is worth being the annoying person who is taking pictures all the time, to have those pictures later
20) I should always trust my gut
21) you shouldn't feel bad if you set goals for yourself, like coming up with 30 things that you have learned in the last 30 years, and then give up at 21. that's okay. it's not going to affect your life negatively
... it feels pretty awesome if I do say so myself.
I still remember when I turned 13 years old. I remember being excited that I was officially a teenager and I remember looking in the mirror that day to see if I looked any different. Nope.
And my thirty-year-old self looks just like my twenty-nine-year-old self. Which is fine with me. I would kind of have hated to wake up and suddenly looked a lot older, ya know?
I expected to be upset about turning 30. I remember back when I was 23 and I had all these things that I wanted to accomplish before I was 30. I didn't accomplish all that many of them. Oh well. I think that is part of growing up- you realize that your life path changes and you don't have to get worked up and upset because your dreams have changed. That's how life works.
So what have I learned in the last 30 years?
I've learned that:
1) red wine goes with everything
2) so does chocolate
3) a few really good friends are worth more than a hundred artificial friends
4) you should dance for at least five minutes every day
5) everyone has their own path to take and you can't choose it for them
6) 20/20 vision is so worth a couple of thousand dollars
7) dogs are better than cats
8) releasing the pectoral muscles and psoas will cure your back pain
9) listening to rap music makes me angry (not at the music, but it just brings out my violent tendencies)
10) we all make mistakes
11) energy work is really powerful stuff and is not some hippie nonsense
12) things are going to change. nothing stays the same. so if it is bad, just keep going, cuz it can't be bad forever
13) you have no idea what is going on in other people's heads- for example, I thought this member at the gym where I worked really didn't like me (he was rather grumpy) and then on my last day of work there (he didn't know it was my last day) he made a comment to me about how I was the best employee there and how he always looks forward to my smiling face because it is a good way to start his day
14) holding a grudge will make you miserable
15) drinking lots of water is the best way for me to avoid being sick
16) it's a lot easier just to tell the truth
17) my parents were right about a lot of things
18) I shouldn't drink caffeine after 2 PM or I will be up all night
19) it is worth being the annoying person who is taking pictures all the time, to have those pictures later
20) I should always trust my gut
21) you shouldn't feel bad if you set goals for yourself, like coming up with 30 things that you have learned in the last 30 years, and then give up at 21. that's okay. it's not going to affect your life negatively
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
note to self
Eating all the brownies in the house so that there will no longer be any brownies in the house to tempt me is not really an effective dieting strategy.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
magic
So, I guess it is about time that I let you guys know this... I'm magic. I've always had an inkling that I had some magic abilities but this weekend I proved it.
On Friday I was talking to my boss Jenny G. and she asked me where my client Tracy was. Normally I work on Tracy every Sunday but she hadn't been in to the spa for over a month. We discussed it for a few minutes and then I left. Jenny called me an hour later to tell me that Tracy had just called to schedule an appointment!
So yesterday I was joking around with Jenny that we obviously need to just concentrate really hard on a person and that will get them to call up and schedule a massage. So we were talking about some of my regular clients that I hadn't seen in a while.
So Jenny asked who we should concentrate on, I told her that we should concentrate on Sarah from England and Jennifer the yoga instructor.
So I walked into work today and looked at my schedule. Guess who randomly called this morning and booked an appointment? That's right- Jennifer the yoga instructor.
Bam! I'm tellin' ya, I'm magic!
On Friday I was talking to my boss Jenny G. and she asked me where my client Tracy was. Normally I work on Tracy every Sunday but she hadn't been in to the spa for over a month. We discussed it for a few minutes and then I left. Jenny called me an hour later to tell me that Tracy had just called to schedule an appointment!
So yesterday I was joking around with Jenny that we obviously need to just concentrate really hard on a person and that will get them to call up and schedule a massage. So we were talking about some of my regular clients that I hadn't seen in a while.
So Jenny asked who we should concentrate on, I told her that we should concentrate on Sarah from England and Jennifer the yoga instructor.
So I walked into work today and looked at my schedule. Guess who randomly called this morning and booked an appointment? That's right- Jennifer the yoga instructor.
Bam! I'm tellin' ya, I'm magic!
Friday, September 18, 2009
new word
Do you know what I love about the el? It keeps me feeling young and hip, like I really have my finger on the pulse of street culture.
A boy, who I am guessing was in his late teens or early twenties got on the el with me today and sat kiddie-corner behind me (or caddy-corner for all you weirdos!) and proceeded to have a phone conversation which was basically setting up a drug deal between him and "Fudge." "Fudge" is not pronounced just like the chocolate dessert, you have to make your voice deeper and draw out the "uh" as in "Fuuuuuuudge."
Anyways, when he was done with his conversation he said, "Excuse me?" And since I was the only person remotely near him, I looked over to see what he wanted. He continued, "Now, I don't want you to take this the wrong way... but girrrl, you are thick."
I'd like to convince myself that this was just a slang word for pretty but judging by the look he gave me I'm guessing he actually meant thick. As in, you have thighs as thick as tree trunks.
Why would a girl take that the wrong way? Let's just say that after the look I gave him, he did not try talking to me anymore.
A boy, who I am guessing was in his late teens or early twenties got on the el with me today and sat kiddie-corner behind me (or caddy-corner for all you weirdos!) and proceeded to have a phone conversation which was basically setting up a drug deal between him and "Fudge." "Fudge" is not pronounced just like the chocolate dessert, you have to make your voice deeper and draw out the "uh" as in "Fuuuuuuudge."
Anyways, when he was done with his conversation he said, "Excuse me?" And since I was the only person remotely near him, I looked over to see what he wanted. He continued, "Now, I don't want you to take this the wrong way... but girrrl, you are thick."
I'd like to convince myself that this was just a slang word for pretty but judging by the look he gave me I'm guessing he actually meant thick. As in, you have thighs as thick as tree trunks.
Why would a girl take that the wrong way? Let's just say that after the look I gave him, he did not try talking to me anymore.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
another one checked off
I got another thing checked off my "to do before I die" list today. And no, it wasn't leave the house with no shoes on- though I did manage to do that too.
Bubba took me down to Montrose Beach to go paddle boarding- his summer job was renting them out so we had free access. I've been wanting to try paddle boarding but it wasn't on my list of things to do. The water was super choppy with crazy waves which was making paddle boarding really difficult. So what did we do? We ditched the paddle and went surfing instead!
I have always wanted to surf but I am terrified of being eaten by a shark or smashed on coral. Well, duh, go surfing in Lake Michigan- problem solved!
You might think it would not be possible to go surfing in Lake Michigan, but you would be wrong. Hard core surfers would not have been impressed with our waves but they were perfect for a beginner like myself.
And can I just tell you that I actually got up on my very first attempt?!? I'm a rock star.
I think I need to reread that list because doing things on it (getting Lasik, going surfing) are really fun and have made my life better.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
oh no you didn't!
I don't typically comment on current events in my blog but I had a few thoughts to share on the whole Kanye West/ Taylor Swift fiasco.
For those of you who live under a rock, what happened was that during MTV's video music awards Taylor Swift, a sweet 19 year old country singer won for having the best female video. She got up to give her acceptance speech only to have Kanye West rush the stage, grab the microphone and go on about how Beyonce (one of the other nominees in that category) really had the best video.
What Kanye did was inexcusable, we don't need to talk about that, we all agree on that.
What I was thinking though is that this is probably the best thing to ever happen to Taylor's career. Her video was actually adorable and I have been rocking out to it on YouTube for the past couple of weeks. I understand why it won. I think she is actually very talented. But I think there were a lot of people out there who didn't know who she was. Think of how many more people have watched her video now after hearing about this fiasco than would have ever watched it otherwise. And she has the sympathy of the entire nation. People are going to remember her.
The second thing I want to say about it is that a bunch of reporters were talking to the President about it and asked his opinion and Obama said that Kanye was a "jackass." I have the feeling Obama will probably take some heat for saying that, but how low does that make Kanye feel? To have people in the media talk about you being a jerk is one thing but can you imagine having the President of the United States call you a jackass? Ouch.
For those of you who live under a rock, what happened was that during MTV's video music awards Taylor Swift, a sweet 19 year old country singer won for having the best female video. She got up to give her acceptance speech only to have Kanye West rush the stage, grab the microphone and go on about how Beyonce (one of the other nominees in that category) really had the best video.
What Kanye did was inexcusable, we don't need to talk about that, we all agree on that.
What I was thinking though is that this is probably the best thing to ever happen to Taylor's career. Her video was actually adorable and I have been rocking out to it on YouTube for the past couple of weeks. I understand why it won. I think she is actually very talented. But I think there were a lot of people out there who didn't know who she was. Think of how many more people have watched her video now after hearing about this fiasco than would have ever watched it otherwise. And she has the sympathy of the entire nation. People are going to remember her.
The second thing I want to say about it is that a bunch of reporters were talking to the President about it and asked his opinion and Obama said that Kanye was a "jackass." I have the feeling Obama will probably take some heat for saying that, but how low does that make Kanye feel? To have people in the media talk about you being a jerk is one thing but can you imagine having the President of the United States call you a jackass? Ouch.
Monday, September 14, 2009
dreaming en francais
Can I tell you the coolest thing? I've been dreaming in French the last couple of nights.
What can I compare that to? It's like a former college basketball star who is now really out of shape who goes to shoot the ball around and who nails a couple of 3-point fade-away jump shots in a row. You think to yourself, "That's right! I've still got it!"
My French skills are obviously not as good as they were when I was actually living in France but it is nice to know that I haven't lost them completely.
The first time I ever dreamed in French was when I was living in Pau, France my freshman year of college. In the dream the other people in the dream were speaking French and I was saying "Quoi? Je ne comprends pas." What? I don't understand. Still, it was in French, and it was coming from my brain, which was awesome.
What can I compare that to? It's like a former college basketball star who is now really out of shape who goes to shoot the ball around and who nails a couple of 3-point fade-away jump shots in a row. You think to yourself, "That's right! I've still got it!"
My French skills are obviously not as good as they were when I was actually living in France but it is nice to know that I haven't lost them completely.
The first time I ever dreamed in French was when I was living in Pau, France my freshman year of college. In the dream the other people in the dream were speaking French and I was saying "Quoi? Je ne comprends pas." What? I don't understand. Still, it was in French, and it was coming from my brain, which was awesome.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
card shopping
So I stopped into my local Paper Boy the other day. As soon as I stepped inside I was greeted by a very nice young man.
Guy: Is there anything I can help you find?
Me: Nope, just looking for a card.
Guy: What kind of card?
Me: A birthday card.
Guy: For a friend? A relative?
Me: For my brother.
Guy: Older? Younger?
Me: Older. He is turning 32.
Guy: That's a good number. Is he a lumberjack?
Me: (laughing) No, he's not a lumberjack.
Guy: That's too bad. We have the perfect birthday card for a lumberjack.
So what makes this story really funny is that it turns out that the guy didn't even work there!
Guy: Is there anything I can help you find?
Me: Nope, just looking for a card.
Guy: What kind of card?
Me: A birthday card.
Guy: For a friend? A relative?
Me: For my brother.
Guy: Older? Younger?
Me: Older. He is turning 32.
Guy: That's a good number. Is he a lumberjack?
Me: (laughing) No, he's not a lumberjack.
Guy: That's too bad. We have the perfect birthday card for a lumberjack.
So what makes this story really funny is that it turns out that the guy didn't even work there!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
show off
My ego/pride is going to be the death of me.
I was out running today and was finishing it off by doing some stairs over on the sledding hill and was just about done when this couple came to run up the hill. They were very out of shape and were obviously just starting to try to get in shape. They stood at the bottom of the hill for a full minute before they started just staring at the hill as though it was their mortal enemy.
And that's when I got my second wind (or really my first wind because I was dragging ass up until this point) and starting sprinting up the stairs. Showing off. I did about twice as many sets as I usually do.
I have the feeling (especially because my legs are still shaking a little as I write this) that I am going to really regret this tomorrow.
All because I had to show off. Would have served me right if I had totally tripped while running up those stairs.
I was out running today and was finishing it off by doing some stairs over on the sledding hill and was just about done when this couple came to run up the hill. They were very out of shape and were obviously just starting to try to get in shape. They stood at the bottom of the hill for a full minute before they started just staring at the hill as though it was their mortal enemy.
And that's when I got my second wind (or really my first wind because I was dragging ass up until this point) and starting sprinting up the stairs. Showing off. I did about twice as many sets as I usually do.
I have the feeling (especially because my legs are still shaking a little as I write this) that I am going to really regret this tomorrow.
All because I had to show off. Would have served me right if I had totally tripped while running up those stairs.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
it's not the size that matters
Have you ever seen any of your old baby clothes and thought to yourself, "Did I ever really fit in that? I can't imagine myself ever having been that small!"
That's sort of how I feel when I look at my size 8 jeans.
I've been working out a ton lately but all those squats, stairs and lunges have made my ass bigger. It's stronger, tighter and firmer which is great, but it is also defintely bigger. You work out your biceps, you get bigger biceps. You work out your ass, you get a bigger ass. Not that I'm complaining... boys like a little junk in the trunk. But unless I stop working out and just starve myself, I will never be able to fit back into those jeans.
Eh. Who cares? Goodbye size 8s, may you rest in peace.
That's sort of how I feel when I look at my size 8 jeans.
I've been working out a ton lately but all those squats, stairs and lunges have made my ass bigger. It's stronger, tighter and firmer which is great, but it is also defintely bigger. You work out your biceps, you get bigger biceps. You work out your ass, you get a bigger ass. Not that I'm complaining... boys like a little junk in the trunk. But unless I stop working out and just starve myself, I will never be able to fit back into those jeans.
Eh. Who cares? Goodbye size 8s, may you rest in peace.
bloggers
I've gotten over my hatred of the word "blog." The word really used to bother me. Probably because it begins with the sound "blah!" I would even call this my website instead of my blog. I'm over it. I am a blogger. I blog, therefore I am.
I was reading over this woman's shoulder the other day on the el. It looked like she was doing some assigned reading for a grad school class. The article was about blogging and how bloggers are happier than non bloggers.
It made me stop and wonder if that is really true. It also made me wonder what class she was taking.
The reason bloggers were supposedly happier is that through blogging they felt more connected with the world.
I don't know about that. I think it is probably true. I guess I feel more connected with the three or four people that actually read my blog. And if I had some crazy popular blog with a huge following then I would feel more connected with the world at large.
I do know that it is therapeutic for me. Sort of like writing in a journal. And that is definitely beneficial for my mental well-being.
I kind of wish that everyone wrote a blog. I want to know all the stupid thoughts that go through people's heads.
I sat here and thought about that for a few minutes and changed my mind. Judging by some people's status updates on Facebook, i.e. "so sick and tired of the haters out there!" I probably wouldn't want to read their blog. But for most people I would like to. I guess it matters how they wrote their blog. Do they write it impersonally as if the whole world was going to read it so it must be p.c. and bland? Do they use it as a vehicle to vent about the crap that happens in their life? Or do they write it as if they really were writing in their journal? That's the stuff that I want to read.
I was reading over this woman's shoulder the other day on the el. It looked like she was doing some assigned reading for a grad school class. The article was about blogging and how bloggers are happier than non bloggers.
It made me stop and wonder if that is really true. It also made me wonder what class she was taking.
The reason bloggers were supposedly happier is that through blogging they felt more connected with the world.
I don't know about that. I think it is probably true. I guess I feel more connected with the three or four people that actually read my blog. And if I had some crazy popular blog with a huge following then I would feel more connected with the world at large.
I do know that it is therapeutic for me. Sort of like writing in a journal. And that is definitely beneficial for my mental well-being.
I kind of wish that everyone wrote a blog. I want to know all the stupid thoughts that go through people's heads.
I sat here and thought about that for a few minutes and changed my mind. Judging by some people's status updates on Facebook, i.e. "so sick and tired of the haters out there!" I probably wouldn't want to read their blog. But for most people I would like to. I guess it matters how they wrote their blog. Do they write it impersonally as if the whole world was going to read it so it must be p.c. and bland? Do they use it as a vehicle to vent about the crap that happens in their life? Or do they write it as if they really were writing in their journal? That's the stuff that I want to read.
enlightenment
I finished my book club book last night which meant that I had nothing to read during my commute on the el this morning. Well, that just wouldn't do. So I rummaged through my shelves til I found a book to read. I settled on Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. It is one of those books that I have no desire to read but it is on a bunch of "you should read this book" lists so I figured I should.
It's about this guy who is travelling around, meets Buddha, and is looking for enlightenment basically.
The book itself isn't doing much for me yet (only on page 76) but it did cause me to have this thought:
What if homeless people, instead of sitting around with nothing to do all day and being miserable because they are starving, looked at their lives a different way? What if instead of "doing nothing" they were meditating? What if instead of "starving" they were fasting?
In that way they could be so much closer to enlightenment than the rest of us.
And yes, I do realize that if I suggested this idea to a homeless person that they would be well justified in punching me.
It's about this guy who is travelling around, meets Buddha, and is looking for enlightenment basically.
The book itself isn't doing much for me yet (only on page 76) but it did cause me to have this thought:
What if homeless people, instead of sitting around with nothing to do all day and being miserable because they are starving, looked at their lives a different way? What if instead of "doing nothing" they were meditating? What if instead of "starving" they were fasting?
In that way they could be so much closer to enlightenment than the rest of us.
And yes, I do realize that if I suggested this idea to a homeless person that they would be well justified in punching me.
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