circa 1985, h.p. india.

circa 1985, h.p. india.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

take me take me.


it was hard to know what to do when the fire-drill at the gym began. i was buck-naked in the shower at the time. i didn't know whether to run out front au naturel or take a few possibly fatal moments to grab a pair of undies, presumably my own. it was bloody inconvenient i can tell you. i hadn't even washed my gentles, not to mention use the blow-dryer. i was in a very wet quandary. it's not as if i would be leaving behind kids and grand-kids, but on the other hand i hadn't wiped off the history from my browser.

i was btw once married, to a woman. and as i was about to pop the proverbial question i recalled peter sellers' proposal: "will you be my first wife?," which i had always rather liked. i thought to use that same line, only for some reason i didn't and so we married. but i might as well have, since the marriage didn't last long. i actually had no idea what was expected of me and was horrified when i found out. i'd been a buddhist monk and a bramachari yogi for the better part of four decades previously, and by the time i recovered from that i had other issues, real nuptial buzz-kill-type stuff.

however, that brings me back to the decision i really had to make quickly in the shower at the gym with the fire-alarm blaring and middle-aged men running all 'round the change-room waving various appendages in desperation. some old men were desperately hanging onto their walkers yelling 'take me take me' while youngans were desperately hanging onto their large... egos. i decided to desperately lather up and continue on with an attitude gained through many trial-by-fire occassions in india, which basically was: 'i'll run if or when i see actual flames and not before.'

a yogi never panics unless he or she feels it's absolutely necessary. as well, personally, although i am in a long-lasting and loving relationship, it isn't actually with any particular person, creature or plastic blow-up doll. there's only me and i don't think i'd miss me so much. i feel as though i've gained a universal kind of love, a power to love everyone equally and unconditionally, except for fred, and anyway it turned out to be a false alarm, just like so many that people face every day. 

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